There was once an angel, who hated her place.
She lived among the clouds in white satin lace.
She had pure white wings and dirt brown hair.
And memories of something she couldn't bare.
There was once a demon, who hated his place.
He lived in the flames with scars on his face.
He had jet black clothes and blonde bright hair.
And pieces of his heart were shattered everywhere.
The angel wept tears of blood, while the demon cried his own song.
When you are overflown with cold tears,he sang softly, and when the time is ripe, you'd probably have sought out light,
and shattered darkness.
Akane no utagoe sono mune wo somete yuku eien ni kogarete chiriisogu shirabe no you ni. The angel sang, her voice coarse from the tears that had escaped her eyes.
In the stillness of the shining sky is my backyard garden. Some day you will finally reach the other side of the shore. The demon looked up to the highest tips of the flames that surrounded him and let out a sob.
The angel heard him, from all the way up there and looked to the ground, letting her song float down to him. Tsuki wo mamoru yoru no yami ga sasayaku komuriuta nakanai kodomo no hitomi ga yume ni nureru made.
The demon heard her sweet voice and reached up, trying vainly to feel her. Farewell, Since I will never see you a second time, it feels like my chest is being hollowed out by the night, dearly and madly.
The lyrics of sadness hit the angel girl, and she sobbed louder and louder to her lover. kagayaku sora no shijima ni wa anata no ie ga aru tsuki no ochiru yami no mukou minamoto e kaeru hosoimichi...
This was a story written in blood, tears, and lost souls. May you dear reader, never have to experience the sorrow these two lovers endured. For even though they tried their best to be forever together, their lives ended, accomplishing nothing.
Dear reader, know these two live alone and in deep sadness every day. Know that fate had destined them to die in the ways they had. And know that Nichole and Alois's bodies lay to rest against one another, in their graves, with their hands locked together and smiles dressing their lips. For this is the story written in the blood of them both….
-Sylvia, the Grim Reaper. Daughter of The Undertaker and Yule.
Hello everyone! Well...that is the end...Even I'm sad now. Thank you for sticking with me for this story. It was really fun to write, and I hop you enjoyed it. :) Please put in your review the things you liked and didn't like, so it may help me become a better writer. Thanks and sayonara everyone. Ugh that's sad to say...