GOD'S GROOM & DEVIL’S DAUGHTER
In a chapel shrouded, moon's caress so slight,
Stood God’s own groom, within sight,
Vows exchanged in whispers, quiet & tender,
With Devil's daughter, her heart not to surrender.4
His heart like a pure cloth, untainted, neatly pressed,
She, in shadows wove, a fiery, unholy zest.
An angel’s voice, and eyes of sinful hue,
Together bound, a...
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