Ok, so, Strange Angels is probably my favorite novel series EVER, and I've been dying to post some fanfiction for it for ages. Poetry wasn't what I'd first had in mind, but this is what the Muse wanted, so here it is. I will be doing a series of poems each from main Strange Angels characters. The order doesn't signify what I think of the character's importance or 'rank' just what I happened to be inspired to write.

The over arching title of the poems is called In The Silence. This particular poem is called Blue Eyes and is from Dru's perspective. These poems will probably not discuss any specific incidences, probably just general themes in the books. If there are any spoilers from the latest book, Defiance, I will let you know ahead of time. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

P.S. Still don't know why I can't seperate the verses without having to the line thing. Its aggrivating.

Disclaimer: I don't own Strange Angels. By God I wish I did though...

Blizzard wind stings my face

Biting against my skin

Tastes like iron

Tastes like metal

Tastes like you


Smell of cinnamon and heat

Apples and warmth and comfort

Strong, steady arms around me

Holding me on my feet


My life is spinning and twisting

Like the boat tossing in the waves

I hang on for dear life

Knuckles turning white


White as the ocean foam

White as your skin in the cold

Blue eyes pierce me like a knife

Still hanging on, scrambling upwards


Fingers clamp like iron

Squeezed my wrist tight

Pulling me up and away

From gnashing, punishing jaws


My angel

My savior

My defender

My twisted warrior


Nothing bad can get to me

Not with you watching over me

Fangs gleaming in the darkness

Winter cold eyes gleaming brightly


You punish me with your blows

Then soothe the hurt gently

The softest touches

Flame my skin with sparks

Your lips against mine

Just like fireworks


My body aches

My teeth tingle

My fingers shake

Trying to get a hold on you

To kiss or bite you

I can't say


The taste of your blood

Winter wind

The speed of an empty highway

The burn of power and ice cold eyes

It's too much for me to take

Almost


All of this I feel

Every moment you're around

But every time you walk away

I turn to look for the one

Who smells of smoke, wolf, and pain

AN: Me and the Muse love reviews. Pretty please? :)