Post by Shikaru on Apr 3, 2008 20:49:20 GMT -5
HOLY SHIT I DID POETRY VOLUNTARILY WTF?!?!
First one has to do with Saphiria, well...both are, but the second is from her point of view:
Tainted black by demon's blood,
Angelic veins shalt soon be flood.
Blackened heart,
Fly no more.
Once stood proud on Heaven's door.
Fallin faster,
As you weep.
Upon the Devils,
You find your sleep.
Now you lie,
Withered and broken.
To Hell's floor,
With love not spoken.
For your sins,
Your soul dost pay.
For these games,
You try to play.
For now befallen angel is,
Scars run deep from hands on his.
Unfortunate fly in the spider's trap,
Claws and fangs and horns now wrap.
Vile beast you hath now become,
Played with fire and it has won.
Untameable flames shall burn within,
'Til bony fingers pale your skin.
Never resting,
Endless urge.
Wings of light,
Have been purged.
Falls the halo,
Now dark and dim.
Never to be warn again.
Forever now this hunger lasts,
'Til naught but ashes left from fast.
Cursed to live forever taunted,
Forced to live with dreams haunted.
Rage inferno from inside,
Though it shall not burn thy hide.
Wounds run deep.
Pain shall seep.
Now the lust,
Will last 'til dust.
Now this one is from Saphiria's point of view:
Love is but a fool's game,
Played by the weak and the tame.
Not for one with such fire,
Never ceasing nor doth tire.
Uncontrolled the lust flows,
It's end only death knows.
On this cross I have swore,
For these wings my sin hath tore.
No longer mouse to the cat,
Nevermore to be like that.
Angels now become my prey,
Revenge can be the only way.
I swear it now 'til none last,
Until every angel passed.
I shall not cease this hunting spree,
No one shall shackle me.
For I wish to see the blood flow,
And watch the fall of last halo.
First one has to do with Saphiria, well...both are, but the second is from her point of view:
Tainted black by demon's blood,
Angelic veins shalt soon be flood.
Blackened heart,
Fly no more.
Once stood proud on Heaven's door.
Fallin faster,
As you weep.
Upon the Devils,
You find your sleep.
Now you lie,
Withered and broken.
To Hell's floor,
With love not spoken.
For your sins,
Your soul dost pay.
For these games,
You try to play.
For now befallen angel is,
Scars run deep from hands on his.
Unfortunate fly in the spider's trap,
Claws and fangs and horns now wrap.
Vile beast you hath now become,
Played with fire and it has won.
Untameable flames shall burn within,
'Til bony fingers pale your skin.
Never resting,
Endless urge.
Wings of light,
Have been purged.
Falls the halo,
Now dark and dim.
Never to be warn again.
Forever now this hunger lasts,
'Til naught but ashes left from fast.
Cursed to live forever taunted,
Forced to live with dreams haunted.
Rage inferno from inside,
Though it shall not burn thy hide.
Wounds run deep.
Pain shall seep.
Now the lust,
Will last 'til dust.
Now this one is from Saphiria's point of view:
Love is but a fool's game,
Played by the weak and the tame.
Not for one with such fire,
Never ceasing nor doth tire.
Uncontrolled the lust flows,
It's end only death knows.
On this cross I have swore,
For these wings my sin hath tore.
No longer mouse to the cat,
Nevermore to be like that.
Angels now become my prey,
Revenge can be the only way.
I swear it now 'til none last,
Until every angel passed.
I shall not cease this hunting spree,
No one shall shackle me.
For I wish to see the blood flow,
And watch the fall of last halo.