Hey there! My first Good Omens fanfic, and of course it's a poooooeeeem...
I have a great dislike for poetry.
Anyway, have fun reading!
I owneth no angel, nor demon.
The plush white wings,
Covered us.
I looked up at my savior,
And curse and make a fuss,
At Aziraphale,
Who smiles down at me
From where I cower
From the water that is holy.
The water has no harm
Against a blessed soul.
I know where the water would have
Taken its toll
Against my skin,
Burning away until I had scales,
And my head would spin.
My fangs shoot out,
And I attempt to rip him off,
To get him away from me,
But it just makes him cough,
Splutter,
Then laugh.
His wings start to flutter.
"I've never been fond,
Of any demon, any sort,
But I will harm anyone
Who tries to kill my cohort."
He smirks at me,
And it looks out of place,
Mischievous and smug,
On his cherubic face.
"I am the only one
Allowed to do that.
So until I do the deed,
I'll beat enemies away with a bat."
I blink at him,
Soaking in his reason,
And tell him, calmly,
"This will be treason."
"Let it be," he tells me,
"I don't care."
I glare up at him and accuse,
"Are you all there?"
He laughs.
Our enemy adorns a scowl.
"An angel and demon?
This love is brotherly? Foul!"
Aziraphale looks at him.
He glares, full of hate,
He brings up his sword and says,
"I will deliver your fate!"
The enemy is angry.
He swings in, deadly.
Aziraphale advances,
Pressing towards him steadily.
"Die, angel, die!"
The enemy is smote
With a stab in the chest,
And a swish of Az's coat.
"You will be the one,
That is dying, my friend.
I'm not sorry to tell you
This is your end."
Aziraphale brings his sword
Down, to his side.
And leans down to me,
To confide,
"I am the only one,
Allowed to kill you."
To which I reply,
"We'll see if you do."