Winged Creations
Contributed by
ferasdour
on
Monday, 14th May 2007 @ 01:15:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Dwindling to the darkest section,
Through the perception,
The darkest wings uphold the blade,
On top of the likings likeness to this jade,
As to the muse,
What’s made,
Shall forever stain their face,
As the angelic creature,
The choice to choose,
Unto this place,
The connection made,
The blade deception,
Resting atop her glory,
Broken into the kingdom’s story,
Taken for granted,
The life I showed her,
Forgotten how to see with the eyes of a creator,
“If I could get you to rest your wings next to me,
I could show you all you need to see,
As my wings wrap around you,
My tail soon follows,
While being placed,
Within,
My mind,
Wishes to see sin,
Of the kind,
Two witch I am plagued,
The blade,
Appears through the wings,
Both to be cut,
For it was the only way,
We,
Could ever be like them”
She sits still wanting to appease me,
But refusing to cut through my wings,
For only the operator,
Would let she,
Disconnected from the scenery,
Within this domain I witness her story,
As when the darkness dares to have a conception,
What is then made,
To show us as space,
Reality gets ripped apart by my lovely muse,
Just like that system that stained her face,
This day, I see the darkened, jaded, blade from this section of perception,
As her thoughts get pulsed through me,
I, only then truly see,
Her wings upon me hold me tight enough for me to feel their inane heat,
My tail onto her now,
Resting upon her lap,
While stroking her hair with my paw,
She seams to come to a question yet again,
“Why do I let you do what I don’t understand why you do?”
I feel these thoughts,
And I ask,
“Why do I just sit back,
Never speaking my mind,
At least,
Not on such a subject?
Why do I just sit back,
And let the world pass me by,
Without even a wave in my direction?
Why don’t I just tell you the three words so many lie about?”
As I spoke such words she may very well have understood,
For I wasn’t sure,
For I had gone off on an unleash of things that are not allowed to be,
At least, not with reality stepping in and ruining it,
As I spoke such things she gave me a glance, then she gave a shy look away,
And so I said,
Unto this winged beauty of a witch,
With the sharpened sword held to my head,
The blade shining astray,
“I wish for you to know me,
And I to know you.
For without my knowledge,
Of the world around to see,
I listen to your thoughts and pain,
Only to explain,
I shall cut off a wedge of myself,
For you to see our world anew,
If your angelically demonic mind where to wish it,
I shall oblige, without a fit.”
And with this she knew,
If ever she needed my guardian like assistances,
In my angelic based form,
She needed only one thing to do,
Take all appliances,
Of her mind’s form,
And go forth unto the darkened realm I left open to her.
Her wings so dark,
With the blade I let her hold,
My foolish remark,
Shall save her telepathic link to me,
As if by a mold,
Of life,
My foolish remark,
Shall save her from naïve reactions,
Until I was ready to admit.
As it seams I may be.
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ferasdour
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