Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: Angel lingers for Cordelia.
Warnings: Het, Poetry
Disclaimer: Angel and Cordelia Chase are & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He tosses and turns,
Tangled in black satin sheets,
Caught in nightmarish dreams
And agonizing memories.
Sweat breaks across his writhing body;
His mouth opens in a silent scream.
Again and again he sees the sight
Of the woman he loves torn apart
By the evil inside that he is powerless
To fight, or to defeat, without losing her.
Again and again, the battle plays.
Again and again, he sees her
As she walks through the life
The evil forces her to live,
Coupling with his son and doing other things
His Princess never would have done.
Each sunset he awakes grieving,
Longing for her,
Aching for sweet release,
Swearing once more to see the next sunrise,
And crying her name.
But through the night, he fights.
He fights the ultimate battle,
The fight she believed in so much
That she gave her all for it.
He'll never know just how
She came to be enwrapped
By the evil that made her rot,
But never does he doubt,
For even a second,
That it was in the line
Of becoming what she felt she should be,
Of giving her all for a world
That had turned against the both of them,
For saving innocents.
He's given his all;
He lost it when he lost her.
Yet each night he hears her whispered cries,
Her voice always encouraging him
To do what is right,
To put everything else aside,
To ignore the call of the light,
And save those who can not save themselves.
He is Angel,
But she was his Angel.
Without her, he has no will,
But her voice does not rest,
And so for her, he fights.
For her, he continues the struggle.
For her, he lives,
Honoring her memory with
His every moment and longing
For the day the relief
Of death will grace him
And they can be together again,
If indeed all his hard work
Will save him from Hell.
She said it would,
But he lives in his own Hell now
And will never be saved
Lest her lips once more touch his.
Her love was his only grace,
And so he waits,
Doing what he knows
She would want him to do,
Each day crying out her name.
"Cordelia!"
The End