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His horns blocked his peripheral vision,
not noticing the glare to affect his decision,
turning his dark red skinned head,
to decide on if these captured should be made dead,
or convert them into more like him in the pits of hell,
he looks at her to his side remembering the day she fell,
an innocent mind among the crowds of evil souls,
his own evil mind dared not penetrate her holes,
he left her be to remain a hope among them all,
make them suffer more after their forever fall,
something to admire but never touch,
as a love for her the fallen angel of pure is too much.