The demon I saw

I saw her again along the brooks of my ego.

She stirred at me with a demon reddish pupil.

Hissing like a wounded serpent, I whirl for her wrath was absorbable.

I thought of seeing a horn disgusting creature, a dragon or a creature yet to be discovered.

Moving closer to clearify what I saw.

A golden bracelet round her risk,

Diamond jewelries seems to be her make up kit,

Silver girdle guiding her waist,

Her skin like that of a newly born baby,

Long blunde hair with pink spicey lip,

I clearly believed that the fallen angels were once pretty damsels.

Some war can't be won but survive,

God help me if not her beauty drags me to hell.