A/N: And this one's my Crowley poem! Wee!
"He Rested"
And on the seventh day, God rested—
Nothing had ever felt so wonderful;
It was His best creation.
He rested for the joy of it—
And laughed at the new idea he had
Because it was just odd enough to work.
And on the seventh day, God rested—
Oh what a mistake that ended up being,
For He got absolutely nothing done!
He rested for the joy of it—
Only two angels would ever feel that joy
And one made an excellent demon.
A/N: Yes, I meant for the other of the two angels to be Aziraphale. Hence why you could think of it as C/A.
Warnings: Again, can be taken as Crowley/Aziraphale, if you want it to be, but wasn't meant as said pairing.
Disclaimer: …They belong to Terry and Neil. And God, obviously.
Summary: Why Crowley likes sleep so much. In poetry form!
"He Rested"
And on the seventh day, God rested—
Nothing had ever felt so wonderful;
It was His best creation.
He rested for the joy of it—
And laughed at the new idea he had
Because it was just odd enough to work.
And on the seventh day, God rested—
Oh what a mistake that ended up being,
For He got absolutely nothing done!
He rested for the joy of it—
Only two angels would ever feel that joy
And one made an excellent demon.
A/N: Yes, I meant for the other of the two angels to be Aziraphale. Hence why you could think of it as C/A.
