This poem is somewhat random. I wrote it about a character I'm in the process of designing. There are probably a ton of parts that don't make sense, but I wrote it in Spanish then translated myself.

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Mire cuán trágico ella es. Una chica que no puede sentir su esperanza o su corazón...
Ella necesita escuchar a estas palabras: "Te amo." ¿La razón?
Dices que tú no sabes pero la problema es claro: no puede poner el pasado atrás.
Ella llorase un mar para su soledad y no puede llorar más.

Los demonios son amigos - cuán irónico que los espíritus "malos" alivian el dolor.
Ella habla del promesa del Diablo y el mundo va a sentir el calor.
Ella es una princesa de oscuridad: el símbolo de Lucifer es tallado en su tobillo.
Escucha los ángeles caídos cantan del apocalipsis cuando la sangre de todos fluye frío.

Magia benévolo no existe.

Look at how tragic she is. A girl who can't feel any hope or her own heart.
She needs to hear the words "I love you". Why?
You say you don't know but the answer is clear: She can't put the past behind.
She's cried an ocean over her solitude and cannot cry anymore.
The demons are her friends - how ironic that "evil" spirits alleviate the pain.
She speaks of the promise of the Devil and how the world will feel His heat.
She's the princess of darkness. Lucifer's sigil is carved into her ankle.
She hears the fallen angels sing of the apocalypse of when the blood of all will flow cold.

Benevolent magic doesn't exist.