Not mine.
When The Angel and The Devil Danced
When the angel and the devil danced
The doves flew with the crows,
Thrusting through forbidden boundaries,
The devil thought he fell in love.
The moment they touched
All of the skies had fallen
The sea had turned to blood,
The sun had turned to black.
The angel and the devil swayed harmoniously
The devil's hands, gracefully holding her's.
And as they stare into each other's eyes,
No differences can they see.
When the angel lay her head
On the devil's thorny shoulder
Not ever did she feel pain
The angel fell in love.
And throughout the changing days
And the cold starless nights
While all the roses would wilt away,
The two danced blissfully.
As the land drew quakes
As the waters turned to floods,
The world was came upon final judgment,
Yet they continued their dance.
When the angel was within the devil's embrace,
The love they shared was true
And though their touching hands had killed all others,
They never let go, they never let go...
...
But the devil was not for the angel
And his love will never be enough
All the dancing had come to an end,
And never again would they embrace.