• How could she understand
    that he is unforgivable?
    His sins too great for even
    the maiden of purity to absolve?
    She cried,
    and she died,
    hoping to take
    his sins into her.
    He wanted to see
    how far down she would fall
    if he ever let her go.
    If he even could let her go.
    His lies buried alive
    the figurehead of absolution.
    His eyes burned through the night,
    into the heart of
    his mademoiselle,
    sealing the fate
    of his love.
    He lied.
    She cried.
    They died,
    a romance buried alive.
    Monsieur Demonic
    and Madame Angelic.