Child of the Night [Ottava Rima]

All the angels ignore my howling plead,
Sending death's kiss in a pink rose bouquet.
Grave dug on hells turf, ready to proceed,
At the sun set on my very last day.
My blood squeezed from my eyes, tears to concede,
As this hunger inside me fades away.
Left in a wooden cage to suffocate,
Death consumes me as I disintegrate.

They used to call me the ‘child of the night’
Forever bathed in misery’s presence.
Not a human but a demon of plight
A beast feeding on world pain in essence
My tongue took the melancholy of light.
And the innocence in me now lessens,
Burning prey with smoke from my father’s hand
I’m the devil’s daughter, the child of man...

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Ottava Rima is a poem where the stanzas consist of eight
lines each. Each line has a ten -or- eleven syllable count.
The rhyming scheme for Ottava Rima is as follows:
abababcc