She Is the Devil’s Daughter

She Is the Devil’s Daughter

She walks like silence cut from glass

no footsteps, only aftermath

a breath too cold, a smile too wide

with every glance, the brave subside

Her eyes know sins not yet confessed

a heart that’s never known unrest

she drinks from wells where angels drown

and wears their feathers as a crown

She laughs at prayers, at vows, at grief

her love is brief and sharp as teeth

she doesn’t burn, she never tries

just watches as the daylight dies

They say she came from brimstone’s shore

but she was born in beds, not war

in broken homes, in crooked lies

in mothers’ screams and fathers’ sighs

She’s not a myth, she’s not a flame

she answers only to her name

and if you speak it, soft or loud

she’ll find you, smiling through the crowd

Don’t offer gold, don’t bring her wine

your blood will do, it suits her fine

she is the wound you cannot dress

the kiss that tastes like nothingness

So light your lamps and guard your gates

she doesn’t knock, she doesn’t wait

a shadow first, then nothing more

just ash across the hallway floor