Sunday
Bloodied Midnight
How odd...
A demon reincarnated into human form after death.
Interesting, yes he is-
Crimson hair, emerald eyes...a smile.
Truly amazing.
His calm is perhaps his most intesting attribute,
Lest of course, that rose.
An androgynous form;
indistinguishable to some, vastly obvious to others.
Frail limbs, an occasional fiesty glare...
Truly desirable.
Another-
This one different.
Definitely male, crisp features, sharp movements.
Powerful, he most certainly is-
Midnight hair, bloody eyes...a sneer.
Truly cruel.
That sword, held within a crippled arm,
Admirable, yes-but not any less frightening.
Slim...below height, perhaps.
Inspires fear in some, a smile to him.
Destructive body, ice cold eyes...
Truly remarkable.
Together...
One of fire, one of flowers-demons within each other.
Breath-taking, they are,
Crimson intertwined with black, jade with ruby-different from others,
Yet one in the same.
Hidden, perhaps-yet acclaimed, just as well.
Sullen glances, subconscious caresses...
Truly distinguishable.
Alone...
One of violence, one of peace-human despite their forms.
Oblivious, they seem to be...
Hate with lovedark with light; how original,
Yet cliche...
Expressed-never, known by both-of course...
Longing lips, abhorring minds...
Truly piteous.
That apathy, whispered through clenched lips,
Despicable, yes-but just as beautiful.
Ego...amusingly large, yet fitting just as well...
Dragon to others-a simple demon to him.
Restrained dislike, piercing glance...
Truly desirable?
His voice, slipping through unconscious lips,
Soothing, yes-but dangerous to him.
Understanding...almost painstakingly so-but can he be imagined any other way?
Fox for his cunning-nothing but human to him.
Observant always, knowing eyes...
Truly enigmatic.
Bemusing...
A fox and a dragon-together as one.
Callous, to the idea they seem to be...
Intelligence with Ignorance, innocense with cynism-paradox in itself,
Yet, fairly similar...
Crimson falls for midnight,
Jade for ruby,
Fox for dragon,
He for Him.
Bloodied Midnight (c) The Weaver Atropos