The Demon and the Anarchist

She, the Demon, the one who could never love or be loved. He, the Anarchist, living in the depths of Hell itself. An unlikely pair. She met him by chance on a rainy day. He had known her for centuries. It was cold. Dreadfully so, and she was the only one who didn't seem to mind. A crowded subway. He fell into her, or could it be he was pushed? No matter. Troubled eyes meet bleak orbs and something is exchanged. A spark, the briefest flutter of hope. Three days later he was hit by a train. She turned to booze to mask the pain. She now loves every man she comes across. He watches quietly from a cloud. His silent tears water the roses that now cover his grave. She gives more of herself away each day. She, the Demon, who has lost sight of love. He, the Anarchist, watches silently from above.