Eyes that glisten red as blood
Watching in the night
Aware that she is not alone
She spies the devilish sprite
The demon who always watches
Casting shadows in delight
As branches reaching out to her
When she appears from the fiery light
The raven sits upon a tree
Squawking his mournful plight
Of a lady lost to the devil himself
His angel and her dark knight
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