Blood.

Red as the hell you rule,

Thicker than the souls you reap,

And colder than the mortals who weep.

Trickling down

From your hollow black eyes.

Searing against your skin

Remembering how to feel,

After many eternities

Have passed by.

It's okay to cry

The demons below won't pry.

Maybe you're a bit shy

But my queen, it is quite alright.

Ruler of hell,

Castaway Angel,

Please feel free

To let it all be.

Lean on my shoulder,

And repeat after me:

Devils May Cry.

When the Angels fly by

I wonder,

Who will truly be free.