Remain of world looks more like ash,
In fire all have gotten mad.
A lonely sunshine's in a splash,
Among the hundred thousands dead.
The Apocalypse is martial,
Was awaited not for fun.
Judgement day's as law impartial,
Didn't spare this time anyone.
No feelings are, just soulless kind,
The essence's executed sin.
The love is strange for demon's mind,
But he has kept it deep within.
Once long ago he was a man,
The heart beat tiny rhythm with tact.
And how he loved, does no one can,
She always knew this surely fact.
Eternal Stranger
© Copyright: Дмитрий Писарев 3, 2023
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