She glimpsed his shadow in moonlight’s cold beam,
Too flawless yet feral to be what he seemed—
With eyes like embers that threatened to burn,
He pledged her his love for the world he would spurn.

“I’ve wandered through centuries,” whispered he,
“Yet none wore their ruin as lovely as thee.”
His touch was ice-cold, his kiss was a spark;
She knew she should run—but stepped into the dark.

For mortal men had lied before,
Left her wrecked on longing’s black shore,
But here stood one with unvarnished truth:
“I’ll steal your soul—corrupt your youth.”

At least he’s honest, her heart declared,
No false pretense, no soul to be spared—
While human lovers feign and deceive,
Her demon reveals what he dares to achieve.

“Take me,” she breathed, “I’m yours to claim,”
For heaven’s illusions all end just the same.
Each lover before left her scorched to the core—
At least in this hell, she knows the score.

He laughed, a sound like breaking glass:
“Sweet child, you think all love won’t pass?
I am corruption, vice, torment and sin—”
She quipped, “So were the last three I let in.”

Now lost in rapture and bound in chains,
She’s never felt such exquisite pains—
For better the devil you know by name
Than angels who play the same weary game.