OMG, poetry. I never thought I'd write poetry. You know how when something starts in your brain and it just keeps adding stuff? Yep, this is what happened with this. I actually didn't mean to make this up but it happened. Enjoy.
Note: Think Vincent's last moments with Lucrecia. (Even though I hate her.)
And now on with the fic (or poem)!
Don't Die, My Love
Don't die, my love.
Let me wipe away your tears.
Wipe that blood off your pretty cheek,
For my love will banish all our sorrows and our fears.
Don't die, my love.
No, no again.
For your death will lead me into atonement
And into sin.
Don't die, my love.
My sweet angel from above.
Let me help you mend your broken wing,
So I can listen to you sing,
'Sleeping with the Angels' and 'Laying down with the Ages',
I'll walk a million paces,
Until you get well.
Don't die, my love.
You'll break my heart if you do.
I just want you to know,
I very truly, love you.
AN: Yeah, by me. If you like it, tell me. If you don't, tell me. An attemt at poetry that's been going through my head for about two weeks. I actually really don't like Lucrecia, but it only seems fitting. About the names, 'Sleeping with the Angels' and 'Laying down with the Ages', they're from I think.
Review please!