In the still of the night, in the cemetery's embrace,
A girl stood alone, surrounded by spectral grace,
The moon painted shadows, eerie and wild,
As the darkness whispered, the devil, beguiled.
Amidst the tombstones, her heart pulsating fast,
In the depths of solitude, her soul's battle amassed,
But as fate would have it, a figure emerged,
A dark silhouette, an entity submerged.
The devil himself, with piercing eyes of fire,
Stood before her, his presence one to inspire,
She trembled, but instead of fear, she felt peace,
For within his arms, her unease did cease.
In his embrace, she found solace and depth,
A sanctuary in the devil's realm, an unexpected breadth,
Though rumors deemed him sinister and malign,
She felt protected, with him, an intertwine.
For the devil's touch exuded warmth and care,
In his grip, she found comfort, a love rare,
He whisked her away from the cemetery's gloom,
To a realm where their souls could genuinely bloom.
Together they danced, amongst spirits unseen,
In the dead of night, forging a bond unforeseen,
The devil revealed his tender side, a hidden art,
Captivating her essence, unlocking her heart.
In the depths of darkness, their connection grew,
Defying expectations, their love stayed true,
She learned that sometimes light can be found,
In shadows cast by the devil, profound.
As the night drew to a close, dreams gave way to light,
Hey parted ways, their bond untouched by fright,
Though unconventional, their love knew no bounds,
For in the devil's arms, solace she always found.
Thus, let not appearances sway hearts astray,
For love's mysteries may yield a different way,
In shadowed arms, oftentimes, safety does reside,
In the company of the devil, hearts may confide.
