Fair Demonia
Souls burn-
In a haven of grey,
Drowned within discontent of tomorrow,
Waiting,
Nothing left for her here,
She lies,
When she bears evil witness,
It is seen by her eyes,
Piercing in aqua intellect,
She has yet to lose-
And cure the wicked thoughts which lie,
Inside.
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