I was an angel, left to drown in sin
An angel untouched, forgotten by kin I was an angel, abandoned by belief An angel without and left to grief I was an angel, undoubting and free An angel, found in love and forced to see
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"I hold his devil and he my angel. Without him I'd walk a path with no redemption for it's said when an angel loses her grace she falls, but when I lost my wings he grew his own and now we fly together. I've kept his soul safe where no sin can touch, for I know just what he'll do. I'll be his sword and I'll drop his enemies to their knees and execute them in vengeful blood. They'll know the wrath of a woman's heart and cower in fear of being the next struck down. Where I walk a path of blood will follow and where it leads will be the only place I've ever called home." - Avonlea
"I hold her angel and she my devil. Without her I'd walk a path of fire, for no devil can enter heaven without getting scorched, but she followed me down so we could burn together. I've kept her soul safe from the evil she's wrought, for she truly knows not what she does. I'll be her shield and I'll defend her from foes that would do her harm and take the blows she'd not survive. In my protection she will be untouchable and for those that come for her blood they will only find my own. I'll follow where she leads so I can keep the monsters away, leaving her safe at the place we call home." - Malich I am an angel without wings and a halo long gone.
An angel of lost faith and convictions gone wrong. I am an angel self-cast into fire without a hope for redemption. An angel of both filth and sin and no salvation I am an angel that has fallen to a demons desire An angel without truth, a selfish liar I feel the taint creeping over my skin. My self-inflicted contamination. I couldn't help the words I spoke or the ways that I felt, but I know I only tied this noose tighter. I will hang myself with the words and feelings I have spun and in turn suffocate on the sin I have wrought. I seek no forgiveness and wish not to repent. I simply want to feel the fire wash over the wounds of my fate as I falter on the steps of destiny. I need no hand to offer me the way as I can fall just as well on my own. I took my chance to fly and carved the wings from my back with every lie I told. Fear not, for I feel no pain as I so willingly sought to burn in your demons embrace. Avonlea stood with her back towards the rising sun and an ire in her eyes she had never before held. Her flesh, paled by the innocent life she had lived, now became like a blank canvas for the morning hues to spill upon in shades of pink, red and gold. The thick, azure curls of her hair spilling over a nude chest gave her a false modesty. She cared no longer for the rules of man nor the law of god. She cast herself from heaven with rage in her heart. She had never requested anything from the one she called lord, but having found her heart ensnared by a demons flute she asked for her love to be reciprocated. Denied. Turned away. And why? Because he was one of Lucifers own? Was he not allowed the chance at redemption? The chance to embrace mercy and love? Was he to be cast aside without even a thought? No, she would burn in her demon's embrace before she basked in the Lord's holy light.
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June 2013
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