Twelve-twelve-twelve is Satan
Six-six-six: his wife
Three-three-three: the halfling,
that's everyone's despise
Oh God, please help me
through my troubled time
I'm in love with a halfling.
My three-three-three devine
As he hold me at night
I can think of no one else
He's my only perfect
Half Heavenly, half Hell
He's always by my side
Always taking care
And though his face is sweet
Dark wings still scare.
So now I lie here dying
His lips against mine
He said he'll meet me in Heaven
My three-three-three devine.
My Three-Three-Three Devine
First real poem. Please tell me what you think.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
