Part One

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"The Devil comes in dreams to me.

He sings me soft goodnight.

His cold hand upon my neck and leaves when comes the light.

His eyes are molten grey and ice.

His hair, fresh moonlit snow,

His steps are a shadow on the moors that lead to far below.

The Devil wakes me in my sleep and calls by my name.

A voice like fire leaves his younger and drowns me in its flame.

His lips, a map of ancient stars.

His hands are molten steel.

And when he leaves as comes the light.

It's loneliness I feel."

- Unknown

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