an angel
Contributed by
syloss
on
Saturday, 8th April 2006 @ 03:26:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
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One night while I was alone an angel came into my life,
To me, the heir to the throne of evil, this angel came!
She was perfect, her hair, her face her knowing, yet innocent eyes,
I listened to her sing and so joyous was it that it lifted me to song as well.
I pretended to not feel the lightness that she brought to my soul,
She with her associates and me with my fiends,
I tried to stay away from her knowing the chance of blaspheme
I am but the spawn of my father and could not resist.
I let her know my appreciation of her song,
Then the angel came to me requesting that I sing for her,
I sang of evil and death and of mayhem,
The angel wanted more, and I sang, still of the most hateful things, but I sang.
When I had finished with my song she was drunk with music,
We spoke and to my disdain, I fell in love with this angel,
She saw this in my eyes and offered herself to me,
Another angel would have repudiated but, I’m no angel.
For the moments we were together I knew of heaven,
My love and her passion, or was it her love and my passion?
We were joined for those paltry moments that would leave me wanting,
Wanting what every man deserves, but what no demon shall have.
Then of course, she left to go back to her heaven,
Leaving me to reign over my little piece of hell,
My hell that was so real before I met her,
My hell that I then knew was but a shadow of heaven.
I thought of her always this angel that showed me the meagerness of my soul,
And from time to time I would hear her voice calling for me,
Or, was it my imagination? It had to be imagination,
I knew that my shadow existence could never appeal to an angel.
Time passed and I stopped pretending to hear her voice,
I began my search for the love that I felt for just those moments,
High and low throughout my kingdom of now shadowed fiends,
I searched but I knew that my search was vanity.
More time passed and my half hearted search died,
I began pretending that she had never existed,
I forced my thoughts onto the jobs at hand,
But, deep down I could still remember that moment of light.
Finely, up from the depths I crawled leaving my thrown behind,
The thirst for what I had, though only briefly, endured,
I stole into heaven, and called out her name!
But, no answer did I hear, I called again, and again no answer.
To my fate, I alas would go, for hope is not for my ilk,
I lie there dead, in the soul I only knew for a moment,
Softly, ever so softly, I hear her voice!
I call to her! Yet, she still does not come?
I call to her again, I hear her but, so softly I don’t understand,
At last I see her, and I am elated once again!
We talk and laugh and become intoxicated with each other,
We are joined again but no satisfaction comes form it because I knew.
I knew that we could not be together, an angel and a fiend!
Yet, I wanted for her, and I needed for her, for so long,
Alas, I can not be accepted in heaven and she can not leave.
I hope that she will at least look at me through her window from time to time
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