The poem "Whose Wings Are Protecting" BY: Rabbit Tao
The devil held the boy in the same way a princess would hold him.
The young man opened his mouth slightly and opened his eyes stained red with blood.
This is a red-stringed game, and the boy in the game never wins.
The devil pressed close to the boy's lips, as if what had just happened was not a temptation.
The white rose moistened by blood has scattered all its remaining petals.
The black feather dropped by the devil fits it so well.
And always serving the young man in my arms should be a promise that never changes.
But what the devil cherishes most is his past infatuation with the boy
The silver threads pulled out by the two mouths and all the tempting sucking marks.
Forever refers to long-lasting tenderness.
In the name of love, I wish you eternity.
Whose wings are these protecting?
The land is so beautiful stained by the dark night.