This poem belongs to me. Escaflowne does not (and most likely never will).
A/N: This poem is dedicated to Varie (as I have been told) under my own perspective. She's just so beautiful, know what I mean?
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[ Death of Heaven / by Flamer ]
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Fading idly from the edges of my view
I see the stars fall, fall and fall
catching in your hair, crowned by the heavens
I lie beguiled by your grace
Your hair made of night itself, flaring like an
ebony fire
Your eyes could give me eternity, sweetly like
timeless nights
Your skin is as pale as the full moon, radiating
like the beams of a lost paradise
Your lips are streaks of red blood, rolling like
soft roses over my mouth.
And your wings...
Your wings soar in flight, shining like haunting
celestial diamonds
I reach for you, knowing nothing else but you
Rather, rather, rather you fall into my arms
Your blood spatters on me, as a sword claims
you as its victory
Horror, dismay, and tears blur my vision as your
head rests against my shoulder
I feel your breath on my neck, as I cradle you,
hurling me into rage as I feel your heart
against my lips, a weakening pulse
You whisper in my ear, "in the azure oceans of
Atlantis, you shall find me..."
And you die, ultimately you die, die in my arms
I hear your final breath... fluttering at my ear,
"Death comes to us all..."
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