Raedon

The illusions brought in, behind a smile and a fake facade,
Twists the minds of the unwilling, like a universal blood clot.
Internally cleared of emotion, no room for being human,
There is nothing left but feelings of sorrow and movement.

Take what he has, convince him to let you see,
The shell is just a casing, his exposed mortality.
He will seduce you, with a smile so bright,
But if only you knew, his soul held the night.

The darkness inside, confides his deepness shallow,
Making his only thoughts include his neck at the gallow.
If only the trap could open, beauty does await,
But the fears of sharing may open Hell's Gates.

This is a tale, one of the nephilim named Raedon,
Damned to earth and hell for all to hate upon.
Have no man any pity for the loss of his breath?
For he dies only to have Hell replay his Death.