Of Demons and Angels

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A fallen angel, with clipped wings

And eyes clouded by tears

Blinded by Heaven's light

And stuck here all these years


A demon risen straight from hell

Burns like all fiery things

With dangerous passion and in nature to lie

Proven by ashy wings


A fallen angel, with clipped wings

Is deaf to the sounds of screams

For they never learned what pain sounded like

They hear it only in their dreams


A demon risen straight from hell

Drowns out pleas of mercy

Having lived among it for so long

There's nothing to dare say


A fallen angel, with clipped wings

Does not recognize the smell of sweat

And so the tears will start to fall

Silent and pure and wet


A demon risen straight from hell

Has only ever seen pain

Never has seen anything else

Can never promise 'ner again


A fallen angel, with clipped wings 

Has never tasted blood

But now, upon hitting the ground

The pain came like a flood


The demon risen straight from hell

Flew up one day, to the surface of earth

But didn't recognize it

 As they thought it was only full of mirth


And so the angel fallen

And so the demon risen

Neither knew quite where they were

A place of gray, muddied air


They found themselves

Face to face

In a time, unnegotiable beliefs

Decided to look over this new world, this new place


They shared a smile

A single laugh, hurt in both of their eyes

For they knew that this moment had to end

For to their own world, they both had ties


But while they were here

They tried to forget

Not let the differences between the two

Be their biggest regret


And so the angel loved the demon

But demons could not love

So the angel cried silent tears

And prayed to up above


The demon could not cry

Nor smile without malice

But the angel could not control what they felt

Their heart, an unprotected palace


They shared a life, together happy

But as all mortals must

Their human forms started crumbling away

Demon to ashes, angel to dust


So in that moment, as they faded

The demon felt as one does

A feeling so foreign

Unidentified until now

But though the angel knew

The demon, they were feeling

Something so calm and blue

It was heavy and hearty

And it hurt like all hell

But in the end it was worth it

For their sweet, lovely belle


Love

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