The demon you saw,
his mask no more.
His dark soul revealed,
nothing concealed.

Still, you loved him?

The pain you endured,
no future assured.
With darkness returned,
a soul scorched and burned.

Still, you loved him!

His mind shattered,
his will battered.
His need to feed,
a painful greed.

Still ... You love him!

That infernal Angel?
That gentle Demon?
That half-thing!
Undeserving!

Still ...

He loves you.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Lupar, in the year 797 AF.