two black angels
Inspired by spending a whole day
wasted watch almost every version (except for Disney's) of Alice in
Wonderland and Alice: Through the Looking Glass. It's a
non-sense sort of thing. Must be those bleach shakes. Actually, I've
got an astounding amount of positive feedback on this one, especially on
the poem, which I wrote myself. ::blush::
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The
only thing that could make her fit better were wings- but she was an angel
all ready. His love lounged down by the riverbed. ~Pale as death…~
But there was nothing black about this angel, besides maybe the black at
the back of her eyes, which he could see perfectly even from this
distance.
~Two black Angels fell to the riverbed
Their wings tangled in the grass
Their skin as pale as death
Their eyes as sharp as glass~
There
was no beach, so she was waiting for him on the cool grass instead, the
dew having already touched it. The water behind her looked as if it had no
bottom, no ending, and if one to have fallen in it they would drown
forever and never touch bottom. Like her eyes staring at him. As
sharp as glass…
He
walked towards her, kneeling over her as she grinned at him maliciously. The moon reflected in her dead eyes same as in the waters beside
her. She began to peel off his lack shirt. This time when she grinned, a
bit of peril fang glinted beneath her lip. Her kissed her as if trying to
grab it, and she tossed his shirt into the river. It floated away,
rippling the perfect image of the moon reflected there.
~Two black Angels died at the riverbed
Their eyes dulled by a lustful gleam
Their lips wet with passion kissed
Their hearts burst apart at the seams~
A
predator… that was what she was. What the both were. They kissed as if
about to consume each other whole, not bothering to hold back. Why bother?
They were free now, and everything was perfect… by falling into chaos
they both found a perfect peace.. like they were always supposed to.
Soulmates forever, though life and death, good and evil. This live and the
next..
~Two black Angels played on a riverbed
Through this life and the next
Though good and evil
Through life and death~
~Sweetness…~ Life
could always be this was, right, he took her mouth while caressing her
back, her having shed her clothes long ago. There were no stars in the sky
tonight, all having gone into hiding. She'd done it. For him. And he'd do anything for her.
Even
soulless creatures can love, more then souled one, even. The passion's
stronger, or at least theirs was. The misconception of long. Vampires were
of the universally hated, and up until not long ago, she hated them more
them most others. She didn't especially love them now, even now being
one of them, she'd killed everyone she'd come across in seeing them.
All but him.
~Two black Angels fell from flight
Playing devils games in the black of night
Playing devils games by the river side
Playing devils games in the moonlight~
Her
maker, her sire. Her lover. Her Angel. So many titles, to many names. Non
of them mattered. The shadows hung to her skin like tar, as if they wanted
her as much ass he did. But they both already had her, and didn't need
to reach out and take her. Her white skin and the black shadows just
seemed to blend. Florescent dead like the silver moon on the dead water. ~Like
a silvery flame... ~
~Two
black Angels danced on a riverbed
And
the sky was a black tar glade
And
the moon was a silvery flame
And
the sea was a black water grave~
But
dead skin can hold live passion, and she showed him that that night. She was brand new, but he'd show *his*
angel how to fly.