I've been working on this since Sunday. It's bit weird... but hey, it's me. Sorry if my spaces got deleted, but hates me.

Me: Phobos!

Phobos:Damn...Cedric!

Cedric: Oh no, I'm not doing it! Vathek!

Vathek: Oh no, I don't work for you anymore! Will can do it!

Will: How the hell did I get dragged into this?

Cedric: You're in the poem, you do it!

Will: So is Phobos!

Phobos: Crap...

Me: Will someone do the damed disclaimer!!!

Phobos/Cedric/Vathek/Will: gulp Zuta doesn't own W.i.t.c.h and isn't making any profit from this piece of her imagination.

Me: Thank You!

No one can choose where love's lightening bolt hits,

Because love's servant cupid is blind,

His arrows fly through stars, space and worlds,

And the question the archer asks is, to whom will their magic bind?

The Prince of Darkness lies in wait,

Cloaked by by hell's terrible shroud,

With the power of fear he reigns,

And is with the gift of cruelty endowed.

A world away, protected by the wall,

Lives an Angel, one of Candracar's heavenly guard,

Oh! This poor beautiful creature,

Who's one desire was barred.

Battles of conscience and loyalty ravaged both,

An Angel's silent thoughts and a Prince's temper, violent as the sea,

Both knew that they must herald the destruction of the other,

But also wanted their dreams of love to be.

Giving into the devil's weapon, temptation,

The Angel crossed heaven's divide,

And as though Venus herself guided her,

She went straight to the palace and to her Prince's arms.

Oh blessed day! When she appeared before the Darkness,

Her hair wild, her skin glowing and her eyes bright,

And as she crashed into the Prince's arms there was a moment,

When the first time in eons, he shone with inner light.

An interlude of peace embraced the Prince's land,

And the happy lovers gloried in their joy,

But the instant rings slipped on their fingers and lips met, death warrants were signed,

Their union was against nature and one all wanted to destroy.

News flew fast to the light,

And a mighty storm brewed on heaven's side,

A angry torrent of retribution was coming,

And the Prince, the Angel and all faith in good would be washed away with the tide.

The Prince fell first, his anger and cruelty revived,

In his rage he sent dozens on both side to their ends,

But his limited powers finally failed him, and he fell,

To his beloved wife's former friends.

It is the most horrific sight, to see an Angel in pain,

Her body weak, her mind in shreds and her spirit torn apart,

Dear reader, I beg your pity for this poor man,

Who found her with a dagger sheathed in her broken, shattered heart.

Now set aside your pride and hear me guardians,

Because it is for you this poem was penned,

Let it weigh eternally on your hearts and minds, unfortunate girls

That you destroyed a redeemed man and the Angel you were blessed to call friend.

Written by Lord Cedric of Meridian, in the first year of the rule of Queen Elyon of Metamoor.

Ladies and Gents, please press the pretty purple button, and make my, Phobos, Cedric, Vathek and Will's day.