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
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