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BitterSweet
Contributed by
flamingblade
on
Sunday, 16th July 2006 @ 02:04:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Angelic twins
seeking the righteous.
Demonic twins
corrupting souls.
Angel girl sees
demon boy and
she screams at
the sight of a child
on fire.
The power she sees
she can't help but desire.
The demon girl watches
angel boy give peace of
mind to a small girl.
She wishes for a father that loves
her.
Angels meet Demons
and they switch places.
Demons enter a world
of unconditional love.
But still they are suspicious
until they see their real father.
They are blinded by his beauty
The black in their hair fades away
Every strand becomes a different color,
and falls so gently against their shoulders.
While the Angels hold their own.
Hair darkened and clings to the skull
The cuts and bruises ache
The tears they still flow.
They believe Daddy will save them.
When they all escape years later,
It is evident
That although
the four identical
twins look alike.
They are caught
in a Hell, of sorts.
Their lives are
meant to be
as bittersweet as dragon tears,
depending on how
they perceive
the taste.
The weird thing is, the father never
existed. They are essentially, alone
on the earth. Nothing is real but the
four winged ones.
Copyright ©
flamingblade
... [
2006-07-16 02:04:19] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: BitterSweet
(User Rating: 1 ) by Rhei76 on
Friday, 28th July 2006 @ 09:35:27 AM AEST (User
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nicely started |
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Re: BitterSweet
(User Rating: 1 ) by Junker on
Thursday, 18th September 2008 @ 04:33:42 AM AEST (User
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The way this is written actually makes it feel more like a story to me even if it separated into stanzas. |
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