This poem just struck me after finishing the book.
The mysterious voice coming up from the vent told me to write it...
^. ^
If only Erik lived in my basement. Then would I *ever* have something to write about.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nada. Zip. Zilch. ^.^ 'Cept this poem!
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If you could see the world as I do
If you could hold my hand
If you could just walk with me
If you could lead me
From this broken land
If you could give me answers
If you could hold me dear
If you could
Turn back the pages
If you could just
Forget my rotting leer
If you could only love me
If you could just
Give me a chance
If you could let me take you
Let me take you
Into my deadly dance
You would know that
There's nothing here for me now
Nothing more to see
There's nothing in my world
Anymore
Just my haunting fantasies
There's no one with you
In the garden
There's no one teaching
You to sing
Just the promise of tomorrow
Tomorrow and your Angel King
You used to see me as your Angel
You saw me as your love
I'd granted you all you desired
With powers seeming
To come from above
But you saw right through me
You ripped off the mask
You saw the beast that hid beneath
You heard my frightening
Evil laugh
If you could let me love you
If you could just
Give me the chance
If you could let me make you
Someone
With the whole world to entrance
You'd see that
You're all there's for me anymore
You're all I need to see
Nothing exists
Anymore
But my melancholy melodies
I am with you in the garden
Teaching you to sing
I'm your incentive to see tomorrow
And so I stay, your Angel King
What if you knew it ends tomorrow?
What if you'd never heard me sing?
What if you loved that boy forever?
What happiness would all that bring?
There's still no Father in the garden,
No birds to softly sing.
Not even that small comfort
Not even your hybrid Angel/Thing
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~Planeswalker
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