The Devil's Love

The frosty is the heart Is all the blood, As if there is any! The chilling flame of an evil, Erupts and soaks. The love is lost, The lunge of an eroded part Passes and squawks A new angel, sent the God Erotic and hot is she, The coquetry of a light at height So the immortal rust is now, Full of lust, roars and yells, The childish of a lover! Grabs and tries, but nothing finds, So he is a kind! The reddish talons of a vulture Now, chase and trace like a child Glean and sing The lovers’ honor of trust! Flies and sighs, Soars and falls Like the birds of love, But nothing he grasps, Through the virtue of light Then, The wild and crazy he becomes Sweats and swells, Swings and sweeps, As he really is, The swan! And the most common of its type Is the three times he bowls Howls and shouts: “Is really the only merciful a Torturer?”