She was an angel,
With a heart of gold
Taught to love and nurture.
He was a devil,
With a heart of jet
Taught to destroy and conquer
The angel met the devil,
Who tainted her heart of gold
With a daub of his jet
The devil met the angel,
Who aided his heart of jet
With a daub of her gold.
The jet seeped into her,
Igniting her body like fire
Melting her composed nature of ice.
The gold spread through him,
Cooling his body like ice
Subduing his fiery desire.
She burned in misery,
Screamed in pain
Welcomed sleep with an embrace.
He basked in solace,
Sighed in relief
Beckoned sleep to come to him.
She opened her eyes,
Horns replaced her halo
Long gone were the feathery white wings.
He woke up,
With a halo crowning his head
White feathers tickling him awake.
She wanted to heal something,
So she picked up a fallen flower
But her touch crumbled it to dust.
He wanted to destroy something,
So he held a small baby bird
But his touch gave it the abiliy to fly.
She was an angel,
Now turned devil
With a tainted heart of jet.
He was a devil,
Now turned angel
With an aided heart of gold.
