The Devious Halo

In the winter night, the Satan dreams

All the blood out with pain and screams,

They are not that paragon, what they show

And here comes the devious halo.

Nothing but it starts in fears

And that darkness which ends in tears.

In the night of only allure,

Where the minds are still not sure.

Where they are afraid of the light,

And don't let the darkness move out of their sight They don't want the light to glow,

And here comes the devious halo.

The outer purity of the demon Saint

Bleed in flow, making them faint.

The desires for what they fell

And that constructs a different hell.

Moving in disguise and there's no way

Near or far, where the Satan say,

They are not the paragon what they show

And here comes the devious halo.

-Saptarshi Mandal