Okay this story poem or whatever you wanna call it is from me Anaru! I wonder what Hiei would write if he was gothic? Well this is what I think he would write enjoy!

Fallen Angel

My wings are broken, but it shall not be spoken to those

who try to drag me to the pits of hell, where only you will see is death

blood, suffering, and pain I can't allow it and I won't allow it

I will not allow myself to give in to the henchmen of hell known as the devil

If that's what I want then why do I feel I should be here? I belong here?

I guess this is what you call a fallen angel, one who is an angel

but loves the devil,no not love the devil but worship it

Feel it and obey it, you may think I'm crazy

You may think anything you want,

but who do you have on your side? No one?

To bad I have hell on mine and you can't beat that

If you try you will surely die! Burn in the pits of hell!

Have your bones turned into nothing but ashes!

Your flesh nothing but dirt! Your blood,guts

Will be used to fuel the fires of hell!

You still think I'm crazy? Good

I'm known as

The Fallen Angel

Child of the DEVIL

Hi are you happy? You are? I guess I'll have to fix that

If you are happy then I will drag you to my father, my master

the devil. Why do I drag you to him? Simple you are happy

You are happy about life, about living it

You might be happy but I'm not I'm sad, sad because

of this filthy place known as earth, with all of the maggots

running around living a happy life, crating new life

They don't deserve to live! They deserve to burn in my home

known as hell, my master will make you wish there was no such

thing as life, he'll make you believe you never had one

that you were just a worthless piece of trash someone just threw

to the curve, he'll make you beg for death! Not only make you beg

but also make you love, worship, and feel death! Why do I act like this?

Cause that's how he taught me. Who? The devil that's who. Am I?

Yup that's me

The DEVILS CHILD

You, I

You fear death, I worship it

You fear hell, I live it

You hate devils, I am the devil

You hate blood, I feed off it

You run from death, I face it

You cower in the face of danger, I laugh in the face of danger

You cry for lost love ones, I laugh at lost of love ones

When your end comes you frown, When mine comes I smile

When you see hell you run away, When I see hell I run to reach it

This is you This is I

Okay tell me what you think of my poems my friends say there to much on the goht side, and now they think I'm crazy!