Demon

Black as the night,
Eyes as stars amidst the coal,
Claws as crescents of light,
A heart as cold as hell.

He wears his skin tight on muscle,
Small fires of his stare.
One claw becons me forward,
A force as strong as hell.

Upon his chest I rest my trusting head,
His fangs smile their delight.
Darkness wraps about my being,
A strength as full as hell.

Trusting I was, that soul now dead,
Come forth a copy of that gouhl.
With fire eyes and crescent claws,
Now am I also a demon of hell.