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Devil's Bride
You were standing on the beach alone
sky was fading, blurring into night shadows
wearing a white wedding dress
you were waiting with a bouquet
of deep red roses.
The moon is glowing now, blooming into a full moon
pouring all its silver on ocean and you.
The devil comes, and here comes the black raven
out of broken waves
out of dark swollen.
He took your hands , kissed your pouty lips
deflowered your innocence and sanctified you.
You became devil's bride
you are lying there
in purple blood, silvery naked.
You are set free
from spasm and pain
of your childhood days.
You feel flying like a shooting star
to the galaxy, far, far away, far.
