You hide your horns with a halo,
Your black wings are hid by white,
You wear a disguise so no one knows,
Who you really are tonight.
You were heavens outcast,
turned dark and sent to hell,
Hell’s little angel,
that name suits you, oh, so well.
You stare into the living’s soul,
with eyes so black and wide,
You try to be so very sweet,
so your true self you can hide.
You have a little secret,
You’re hiding it so well,
You really are unpleasant,
Hell’s little angel.
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Nicely done Nicely done indeed. I love how you describe Hell's little angel
O my gosh i love that poem. If you don't mind i just made a song about that
Sometimes the horns are the only thing keeping the halo in place.