The Devil's Broken Heart

Sitting upon his throne and rubbing his chin
He notices a sensation unfamiliar to him,
He ponders it and begins to recall its shape
It's an old feeling that was before he knew hate,
His face softens as it's prescence expands
His jaw unclenches and relaxes his hands,
"I know this feeling", he nods with recollection
"It is love", he admits at the soothing inflection,
The Devil then leans forwards with a bowed head
Shaking his head in dismay at what he thought was dead,
Just as a single tear forms the feeling is gone
In an instant blackest of dusk has replaced dawn,
The Devil stands and roars with rage at the loss
The roar causes the foundations of hell to wave and toss,
"Empty!", he roars no longer filled with sweet emotion
"The expanse of my emptiness can be filled with oceans!",
The demons fly about in panic at their master's display
Who then wail in sorrow for how he felt love today.