He always led a simple life,
Until the day he met hiswould be wife.
He always thought of her as an angel who he'd fly with soon,
But the night they met under the moon.
Her eyes flashed white to black,
And then right back.
He asked her why,
She then replied I am demon who can fly.
She asked will you leave me now that you know,
He replied with a grin I could never go.
So they flew off towards the moon,
And if your careful you may see them some day soon.
Just be wary of the blacks eyes,
They have entrapped many menlike flies.
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