When the Angel waltzed with the Devil,
The doves flew with the crows, the pigeons with the ravens,
Thrusting through forbidden boundaries,
The Devil fell in love.
The moment they touched,
The skies had fallen,
The sea had gone on a rampage,
The Sun had turned black.
The Angel and the Devil swayed harmoniously,
His hand, gracefully holding hers,
And as they stare at each other's eyes,
They see no difference at all.
When the Angel laid her head on the Devil's spiny shoulder,
Not ever did she feel pain.
The Angel fell in love.
Throughout the hot cloudless days,
And the cold starless nights,
While all roses wilt,
The two danced blissfully.
As the land drew quakes,
As the waters shed floods,
The world was in its final judgment,
They waltzed even more.
When the Angel waltzed with the Devil,
The love they shared was true.
And though their touching hands killed all others,
They never let go, they never let go...
But the Angel came to realize,
The Devil was not for the Angel,
And his love will never be enough for her,
The endless waltz came to an end,
And never again had they danced anymore...
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