A/N: Thanks Lady Wallace and whiskerdrops for the inspiration! Apparently it's National Poetry Month in April? Who knew? Haven't written poetry since... ROFL. Yeah. It's been a while. Forgot how much I loved piecing together the rhythms and the rhymes!
Heaven's Fallen Star
Shining, shining, shining,
Midst the stars and clouds entwining,
Clever hands of gold and cinnebar.
See him saunter, see him slipping,
Crashing from the highest heavens like a tragic
Fallen star.
Falling, falling, falling,
Streaking faster, wings are scalding
As they burn and burn and burn.
Mother, save me! Please forgive me!
I never meant to go so far from where no angel
Can return!
Coiling, coiling, coiling,
As sulfur belches, hot and boiling,
In the pits of madness and despair.
Screaming, cursing, eyes aren't working,
Crying for his brothers though he knows he'll find
No comfort there.
Glaring, glaring, glaring,
Out of snake-ish eyes he's staring
At the sight that he can't reconcile.
Waits a beat, climbs to his feet,
But there's darkness in his wings and there is darkness
In his smile.
Slipping, slipping, slipping,
Up to Eden, coils are gripping,
Won't you take one tiny, little bite?
What's the danger from a stranger,
He yearns to slither closer to the warm and welcome
Wings of white.
Wonder, wonder, wonder,
Under rain and sounds of thunder,
But the angel doesn't turn away.
A chat, a smile, no trick nor guile,
Only open-hearted kindness for a demon
Gone astray.
Hoping, hoping, hoping,
Destiny is interloping.
Perhaps this meeting isn't all it seems.
Day and night and black and white,
Both the pieces of a single soul that's ripping
At the seams.
Fighting, fighting, fighting,
Precursor to prophetic writing,
An angel and a demon choosing sides.
No deception, must protect him,
Extending friendship in the empty void where light
and dark collide.
Gently, gently, gently,
Clever hands move quite intently,
Darkened wings around him now unfurled,
Tears are dripping, heartbeat skipping.
Keep breathing, angel, don't you know that you've become
My world?
Glowing, glowing, glowing,
Light is spilling, overflowing
From the silent angel, still and cold.
Eyes that shine, serpentine,
Watch his prayers be answered in the form of light
And stars and gold.
Dancing, dancing, dancing,
Blue eyes open, soft, enchanting,
As the demon thanks the stars above.
In them resides one coin, two sides:
An angel made of gentleness, and a demon
Made of love.