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On the horizon Satan's demons flew,
With each passing moment their numbers grew.
Aironel watched them as if carved from slate,
His dark blue hair blown to a tangled state,
Calculating eyes of cold dark lilac,
And giant feathered wings of raven black.
His weapon was shaped like a fountain pen,
His chain mail of darkest obsidian,
But his outer calmness was just an act,
Rage boiled inside him, and that's a fact.
Was once of Heaven but never of Hell,
Forever in between was Aironel.
"Come to your death," he called out to them then,
The count of demons one thousand and ten.
There was no question, he knew he would die,
And to say he didn't care would be no lie.
A cliff before him, a forest behind,
A town past the trees quite easy to find.
Planning to get vengeance before he goes,
He carried around his neck a pearl rose.
A long time ago his lover was killed,
And with grief and dispair his heart was filled.
So, now he flew to his long awaited death,
And will fight on until his dying breath.
Slice up, Slice down, dodge around, loopty-loo,
The more demons that came the more he slew.
The moon was blood red up in the sky,
He was forced to land too tired to fly.
He stood there waiting for the death blow to come,
Wounded and tired and so very glum,
But when it did not come he looked around,
To see demons carpeting the ground.
"Sir," to him a female timidly said,
It was her, his lover, no longer dead.
To her he gave the pearl rose again,
He was remembering how it had been.
He collapsed to the ground, too weak to stand.
His lance fell from his blood encrusted hand.
Broken and bleeding, he thought of the past.
"Lora... My darling," he whispered his last.
Then she knew him for what he was and cried,
Just as he had over her when she died.
Though, for quite some time the war kept on strong,
Demons cringed when they heard an angel's song,
They all feared, even Satan's strongest pawn,
That the angel of vengeance wasn't gone.
- by Crossdressing Freak SMC |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/16/2009 |
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- Title: The Fallen One
- Artist: Crossdressing Freak SMC
- Description: Meh, wrote it in high school for Senior year English class. Got an A Yadda Yadda. You Take my Angel and I will hunt you down with a pitch fork and personally rip you a new one. ANYWAY, It's about a fallen angel, in heroic couplets, and I have used this Chara before in short stories. As a matter of fact this is from one of my short stories about him. It was legitimately published in the school Literary magazine, and I published it on another Cite, you steal it and I'll ream you like no other.
- Date: 03/16/2009
- Tags: fallen
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Mud99 - 03/19/2009
- Meh is right only a true fool would steal this.
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- Scarlett Succubus - 03/16/2009
- I like it, it has a fairly deccent rhyme scheme. You may want to edit it down because after a while it sort of drones on.
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