The Story of Him

I want to taste life...
I want to feel...
To love...
To know how it feels to be human...
I want to live...
And then he arose from the fiery pit known
as hell.
the body, the mask, the skin he used to
conceal his true face, was tan.
His face- beautiful.
His eyes- intense, could easily pierce into
one's soul.
His smile- innocent, but deceitful.
His torso and legs- strong and powerful.
His hands- the ability to touch, to feel,
in a human's skin, alone,
was like nothing he had ever known.