Her sin

As winter came her face was greyed and old
Her words so wise yet whispered from her mouth
Another year she could not bare the cold
Her mind so full of restless growing doubt

As sin she knew in youth she rarely told
A daemon came to stay and see her out
His eyes aflame his head was very bald
His soul already dead without a doubt

No kin to aid her chores till death to hold
The daemon whispered nothing from his mouth
Until the day he preyed to see her out
And fires did creep of earth to hold her soul

If she had paid attention from the start
A devil may had preyed not on her heart


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