He came from nights where angels wept,
A general forged where mercy slept—
With blood and fire his crown was sown,
A throne of screams, yet cold, alone.
She bloomed where city lights still burned,
A mortal soul the stars had turned—
Her laughter cracked his iron guise,
Her touch—a dawn in hellish eyes.
He broke his kin, their ancient vow,
Cast down his horns, unbent his brow—
For love of flesh, so soft, so frail,
He carved his heart upon her veil.
And when the skies in thunder bled,
The legions rose, their traitor dead—
He stood, one hand upon her chest,
And took the blade meant for her breath.
Now every dusk she feels his flame,
In shadowed winds that call her name—
A kiss unseen, a warmth that stays,
As demons mourn what love decays.
For even Gods forget to weep,
When monsters die for hearts they keep.
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