Angel
You are my angel
Come from way above
To bring me love
She is always there by my side. I ask myself why day after day. Why this woman…this compassionate splendor would choose me to stand with. Maybe it is out of pity. She has seen me at my best and worst, and still, she remains.
I never pushed for this. It took every fiber of my being to bury the overwhelming intensification of my feelings for her. And when she teased…oh, Maker…how did I resist? I cannot recall. Justice believes it is all intentional…a ruse to misguide me from my path. I know better. She has a naivety about her that suggests her inexperience in affairs of the heart. She doesn't know what she's done to me.
The simple curl of a lip upwards, in appreciation of a lighthearted remark. The way she always rushes ahead of the rest of us, to be the frontline against some unseen adversary. The hypnotic sashay of her all too perfect hips; no matter how many times I'm caught staring. I sometimes wonder if she can feel me looking at her that way. My thoughts turn dark, and I pray to come across no demon of desire when she is in my presence. My yearning for her is so overpowering that I fear even Justice would be exorcised from within me should such an encounter occur.
The reasons I have fallen for her are clear. But what is frightening is her other side – the one that hides until she is provoked. The chilling thing is that I love that more.
Her eyes
She's on the dark side
There is no mistaking her on the battlefield. She flies like a furious angel of retribution, cutting through those who have wronged her. Those who dare to spit in her face. Those who don't know better than to oppose her. She is particularly vicious towards those who seek to oppress mages. Only then is Justice satisfied with her presence. She is his ally. My partner.
She is the definitive juxtaposition of beauty and brutality. She leaves in her wake a trail of devastation and magnificence. Yet, she is not without mercy. The ones who seek redemption – in sincerity – are always spared…given a second chance. But there have been those who have been allowed safe passage before and then double-crossed her. They know no forgiveness.
Watching her in combat is like watching a painter create a work of art. Hearing a musician play a composition for the first time. She is an artist at work – mana flowing from her core to her appendages. Magic springing from her fingertips. Flashes of light and intense sound. She creates a masterpiece of annihilation – and it is brilliant.
Neutralize
Every man in sight
All fall at her feet – collapsing in death, or pleading for life.
No one can stop her.
She is my angel.
Lyrics in italics from "Angel" (Robert Del Naja, Grant Marshall, Andrew Vowles and Horace Hinds) by Massive Attack, 1998.