Satan,
In lace.
As ever.
Darker days ahead.
Humanity,
Reflected in black & orange.
Some of us demons,
Chose different names.
Truer virtues.
They speak of redemption,
Something I don’t want.
Monsters like us?
We walk alone.
Atone in our own ways,
For old sins.
Softly sing alone.
Redemption Arcs.
