A/N: It's a sonnet! The first one I've ever recalled writing in my life, actually. I wrote it for my Creative Writing class a little while ago. I'm actually not sure of the perspective, myself. I think it changes halfway through. Sorry about that. D: At any rate, when I started it, I was in a JizabelxCassian mood and the song Cemeteries of London by Coldplay was meandering through my head. This is the product. I hope you enjoy it. :)
Disclaimer: Godchild is not mine. It is the work of Kaori Yuki.
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Cold
Why is every winter always so cold?
The London streets so very dark and grey.
This horrid routine is becoming so old.
The people we kill, their spirits can't stay.
You're next to me, wrapped against the wind.
I know our task is not your favorite.
The knowledge that we both, indeed, sinned.
I move closer to your warmth just a bit.
Our arms slightly touching as we walk back,
You turn your gaze to the star-speckled sky.
I want to make up for all you might lack.
Human touch, simple love, no tears to cry.
But, to do this it would take so much might.
The city of London is cold tonight.