The Devil, Himself
His eyes are that of a warrior.
A chilling, blood cold red.
Consumed with so much fury, and filled with so much dread.
There is no trace of companionship, he travels alone.
Ravaging villages, transforming them into his combat zone.
The echoing screams of people, fill him with glee.
Fill up his empty soul, with the lives of thee.
Blessed with immortality, he will never fade.
Until one maiden, arrives to his aid.
Teaching him compassion, teaching him love.
But is it too late, or will she rise above?