The Midnight of Lilith

When demons go to fight, they’re up all night.

At best, that is what to describe her. A demon. For that is what she is, at best.

She’s a liar.
She’s a thief.
She’s a heartbreaker.

A heart thief.

With her charismatic character, alluring smiles and enchanting eyes, she steals his heart.
Fallen for her, his faded voice begs the moon to stay.
But the moon must leave before the sun rises.
And so she disappears.

Now he’s on the prowl, like a hungry wolf, in search of her. His heart is like a lonely hunter.
Roaming the earth seeking her. Looking for that heart thief.

Why must she leave before sunrise?

Because she is what is you call a demon.
Enthralling him with her illusions, cheating him with her lies
and having no intention to catch him when he fell.

She lied to him.
She stole from him.
She broke his heart.

She made him fall in love with her.
He loved her, more than life itself.
But she left him, taking a part of him with her.
Now, he is left with nothing.

Truly, she was a demon.