Devil's Deeds Poem by Kye Kurion

Sometimes I wonder,
How a devil must feel.
Up on his throne,
With all right to be dark.
His blood must boil,
Pumping threw his heart of stone.
All will stare,
And not even know,
Behind his angel eyes,
Is the light's greatest foe.
He is a trickster,
Who will steal young hearts.
He is a monarch,
Who will send me to dark.
Quiet and peaceful,
He will stay.
He's just waiting,
To ruin my angel,
So we can play.