When the Devil’s Daughter Met the Devil’s Son
The flames grew higher
When the Devil’s Daughter Met the Devil’s Son
No storm announced the night they met
no blood moon rose, no planets set
just silence thick enough to choke
the world held still, and nothing spoke
She stood where graveyards go to fade
he came from streets the sirens made
no candles lit, no footsteps heard
just tension humming like a word
She wore the past like second skin
he reeked of every buried sin
no need to ask each other’s name
they’d walked through fire shaped the same
Not love, not hate, not lust or fight
just mirror shards that caught the light
he tilted left, she leaned in right
and time forgot to mark that night
No vow was made, no touch was shared
but something old was split and spared
a curse passed down, not cast or thrown
just handed off, like heirlooms known
They didn’t smile, they didn’t bleed
they didn’t beg, they didn’t feed
they simply knew, and knowing stays
in alley dust and chapel haze.
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