Styx

Deep, deep, and far from wandering eye
There sleeps a demon. Once from high
Above she fell in charcoal blaze.
Now only darkness knows her face.

Forgotten by the world above,
She sleeps forever, white as dove.
Lest she escape, forever chained
For fear of hell she'd bring again.


Photoshop.


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