This poem was greatly inspired by Vincent Valentine.
For all my angels...All from those who already disappeared with the moonlight to those with their gorgeous wings lifted, ready to soar from this unholy world--this unholy being– just like those before you.
The embers of sin have ignited the holocaust of an eternal nightmare.
Amongst the ashes of charred memories,
The blazes scorching away the unworthy flesh
Of a creature once considered having the remnants of humanity.
Is this not befitting for such a beast? Excruciated for infinity
By the flames of it own dismaying sins?
A monster lays broken, not dead but dreaming
Trapped in a nightmare unable to awake.
It tries to reaches for a scenic angel not seemly for those atrocious eyes
But you--the saint, the apotheosis, the holiness, the angel-- fade away with the night,
Extinguishing all hope to awaken from an eternal nightmare.
From,
The Beast
Angels, next time, look whom you will leave behind...for all you will hurt when you fly away. Do not regret the beast however. At the end, it deserves this nightmare. It knows that.