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Star-crossed lovers



this beautiful girl with white paper wings
was dancing barefoot on soft spongy moss 
between the tall trees she circled around
dropping crumbs - for the birds 
on dark forest ground

when the devil saw her dancing
he felt instantly entranced
kept watching her for quite a while
in love with how she danced

as dusk set in she wandered off
to find a place to rest
the devil couldn't let her leave
was straight away obsessed

he followed her intangible
sat down and watched her sleep
in dulcet tones he sang to her 
a ballad dark and deep

when she awoke and saw this man
little did she know
what fate of love she'd have to bear
she smiled and said hello

he took her hand and kissed it lightly
smiled back at her and held her tightly

so innocent - she trusted him
and without hesitation
she went with him towards his home
an unknown destination

and down below the forest floor 
he showered her with gifts
and out of love she changed for him
black satin clothes she wore
their love grew strong
but she grew weak
was withering away
such desolate a place he lived 
he knew she couldn't stay

and in his arms he carried her
to where they first had met
he laid her down and let her go
what option did he have
 
he touched her face and kissed her lips 
he held her one last time
it broke his heart and made her cry
but still he said goodbye

knowing they could never be
together as a pair
he left her so that she could live
a burden he would bear

in the dark he walked away
never looking back
for he well knew if he would look
he certainly would crack

and as he walked away he heard 
an owl hoot in the a tree
somewhat relieved he understood
alone - she'd never be




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