Verse for the Damned: Poem for the Devil’s Beguiled Bride

In the haunting silence of twilight's embrace,

A union forged in the heart's infernal space,

Her soul a captive, his, an unquenchable fire,

'Poem for the Devil’s Bride,' a chant of desire.

The night whispers secrets, the stars stand as witness,

To the ballet of shadows, their unholy fitness,

A lover's promise, etched in the underworld's script,

Their fates intertwined, by darkling love eclipsed.

Satin and ashes, a gown she adorns,

The queen of echoes, where silence mourns,

A melody fervent, to the somber throne led,

In the Devil's embrace, where no angels tread.

Verse upon verse, their saga takes flight,

Each syllable breathed, a testament to night,

For in the devil's keep, love is a blade,

And to its sharp whims, her heart is swayed.

In the labyrinth of yearning, their spirits dance,

A masquerade macabre, love's wicked trance,

Bound by a kiss, in eternity's wake,

'Poem for the Devil’s Bride,' love's most exquisite ache.

So here lies the ballad, for those who hear,

The siren's call, that draws them near,

To the altar of shadows, where vows ignite,

And in the Devil’s arms, they find their night.