Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poems, poems...A small collection of them ❯ A Taste of Divinity ( Chapter 2 )

A Taste of Divinity

With the Love of a Fallen…

 

 

When an Angel falls down to Earth

Its wings become dark and cold

They descend, a sacrament, from Heaven and their wings turn black

Like a young lover's heart, forlorn and shattered

Like a pure fairy's, torn and tattered (In the Dark)

Billowing in arid winds are the strips and sheds of once lovely wings

And within fall apart the decadent shards of a fractured heart

Induced by tainted love, despondent and pitch dark

This horrid love which should have never had a start…

 

Holy flames, now smothered ashes, drowned by tears and blood, gives way

To a crimson twilight---A blood velvet lines the ethereal horizon

To show that when the blazing sun sets it's the end of a sorrowful day

And the beginning of a night of death and despair, despair for all who love

Love is a hope, a forlorn hope, possessing an infinite number of forms

Fallen Angels and precious fairies with ravaged wings and the broken-hearted know

That Love's small world saves room for no one and nothing is ever as it seems in the world

Surreal and Infernal---Divine and Demonic

When a fairy's wings are torn, the angel's feather's burnt to ash, and a lover's young heart broken, the world stops all time, a chronophobia, frozen in despair---if but only for a moment , so rotted souls can see their reflection, the veins of sorrow, flowing with lament that rapes their once pure hearts and drinks the tears of anguish falling from their eyes

 

Light a fire in the night

To reveal the demons that hide

Within ourselves, inside your mind

To draw our souls away from the light

Tears and Blood then douse the flames

Only to repeat this dread again…