

DevilThe devil is near, and he is waiting to collect a soul.Devil
He is searching for something
young, vulnerable.
He crouches in these woods, spreads himself on this tree - waiting.
He has been here before, curled as a serpent, lurking - tempting Eve to touch the glorious fruit.
He has been here befire, a voice in the wind: "You know you want to."
And again, he is always right.


The Music of Rain... The droplets fall One after another Finding each other on the ground  The Music of Rain...


Hope Vested... Rough lines are scattered upon the back of his palm, scarred and dirty. Earth that has been embedded in the wrinkles of his wisdom never escapes the weathering it has gone through: a childhood that was spent in a greenhouse, planting away like a machine, never to cease for a rest. His hands are large, but gentle to a child's that find comfort in them. His veins protrude, acting as a highway to his touch and motion. Residing to the color purple, they dance within their own majestic color beside the beaten skin. His motions always depend on theHope Vested...
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