the Angel and the Vampire deuxthe Angel and the Vampire deux12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So the angel entered Heaven, eternal life was entered in. But her heart was filled with longing as she wished and longed for him. She longed for that dearest love, that one she'd left behind, whose soul was in an other place, one she could not find.
To her Lord she went, her tears did freely flow, "Where is the one my heart does love, please tell me for you must know." But the Lord looked down on her; his face was grim and filled with pain. "You cannot find him child, you must not ask again." And so the erstwhile angel did mourn her long lost love,
remembering a time when unrequited love had been enough.
Long did she walk in Heaven, saddened by his plight until the Lord did come and stand near to her side. He pointed to a place, his face still sad and grim. He was showing her the place where the cleansing was to begin. The vampire had served the darkness, although his intent was true, but in flames he would have to suffer, until his heart was reborn anew.
So the angle bade her
the Angel and the VampireShe stands in the sun in the garden, the earth warm about her hands. She breathes in the scent of growing plants, of the things of earth and man...the Angel and the Vampire12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He comes walking down the road, on the path of straight black stone. His form is dark, it's far away, but he's heading towards her home. She knows
the man from eons past, she knows his essence well. She knows his reasons for coming here, she knows he comes from Hell.
Moving through the quiet house, she quickly dons her robes. For ages now, since the death of men she'd forgotten them like long lost hopes. The world
had been so empty for such a long, long time. But now the end comes closer still, and she hopes he will be kind.
He walks up to the door, which opens on it's own. He walks into her sanctuary, invades her quiet home. He stands there in the entry, so tall
and strong and dark. His clothes are black as deepest night, his blade is long and sharp. His eyes find hers and he regards her, so close now to the
end, his long time long lost en
Angel and a vampireAngel woke from her alarm clock going off. Moaning she sat up from where she laid on the floor. "Looks like we missed the bed again?" she said with a slight laugh. She knew he was not there, but back at the abounded church, that he called home. She slowly crawled onto her bed; reaching across to slap at her alarm clock. After a few tries she finally hit the right button. "You didn't have to se t my alarm. No school today." she said.Angel and a vampire11 years ago in Horror More Like This
She curled back up on the bed and began to drift back off to sleep. A soft knock at the door woke her. "Sweetie, I'm home. You up yet?" called her mother from the other side of the door. "Yes." she called back with some effort. "Your aunt and cousin have come back with me. Come down stairs when you're ready." called her mother. She mounded slightly.
She climbed out of her bed and walked toward her bathroom
Joy for FlipsideJoy for Flipside11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tears do fall, soft like rain,
falling, falling, see the pain?
Where's the joy you should seek?
Through the keyhole I shall peek.
there's the joy in a baby's cheek,
there's the joy I hear it speak,
there's the joy, in a birdy's song,
hear the joy, it rings out strong...
Joy for all that God shall give,
Joy for all that makes us live.
Joy for all the gifts we have,
Joy for all that makes us laugh.
There's joy in every spoken word,
Joy for all we've done and heard.
Joy for the love of the dearest friend,
Joy forever and till the end.
for a dear friend
flightless birdThe Little Girl who's Mother was a Flightless Birdflightless bird6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Here is a glittering twilight purple and silent. Rolling hills and distant winds chiming distant voices. A lone spindly tree holding only half of it's leaves and a lone figure underneath it keeping the rest of them company. A little girl.
She had never been a normal child with a moral life nor had she ever been entertained by conventional things. She was a sick child both in body and mind.
Every once in awhile while she would get sick and have to stay in bed for months. During these times she eventually became adjusted to the unrelenting pain. She would not cry out... yet, her heart was weak you see, as often weak as her spirit and far less secretive.
They sit under a poplar tree when the twilight was cold but forgiving she ponders all of this.
As the feathered death fluttered between her cold fleshy digits she found a sense of glee, she had not found this often or many times before sitting underneath that poplar tree.