The Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction ❯ Culpable ❯ Culpable ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Luna Rain Glimmer 
Responsibilities can be quite amazing. Bamon centric.
Non Anime: The Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 06.10.2011 | Updated On: 11.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 451 | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
Responsibilities can be quite amazing. Bamon centric.
Non Anime: The Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 06.10.2011 | Updated On: 11.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 451 | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
The following poem is based off of the platonic yet deep relationship that Bonnie and Damon shared, in Nightfall and Shadow Souls. I am referencing those books, and adding a side story of my own. This is from Damon's perspective, and this is what I believe has the potential to occur between him and Bonnie. That is, if Damon actually understood that Elena and Stefan are each others equal. Meaning, he turns his attentions towards Bonnie, the lovely red-head he references. I personally feel they could make an amazing couple, and I smiled every time they accidentally kissed in the book. Bamon forever!
I own nothing. If I did, I would make myself Bonnie for five minutes and "thank" Damon out of gratitude for saving me from the Malachs. :)
Handspun gold, shimmering in the starlight.
A goddess in ethereal form, a lapis phoenix to behold.
She touches through my spirit, breaking through my ribs
Through my stubborn and unyielding armor, deep into my inhuman heart.
Wings of Redemption and lapis lazuli is my birth, and undoing.
I was a fool for attempting to thwart fate, for I believe in such a thing.
I turn towards another now, for my goddess, my princess of the darkness
Has found her white flame.
It is always about him, the brother who is not the Prodigal.
This one, I created.
I held her in a pool of life as she gasped, sputtered, bled.
I held her, such a fragile creature, and gave her consciousness.
Hair of blood, of the liquid sunrise.
Fire fire, my other Phoenix.
Human, and yet a witch.
What spell do you cast?
From lips so full I am granted several kisses, by surprise and gratitude.
You, my beloved enchantress, are seared into my life as a welcome scar.
'Tis wondrous strange…
I am blind now to my once blue phoenix
And in the death of that blue flame a conflagration now
Burns, sears and roars with indescribable might.
My attention is on you alone now.
I created you; I saved you.
With a heart shaped face, you turn towards me.
With features so fragile, they could splinter lest I take care.
Lovely flame, you're my undoing.
Wondrous strange, you're my limitation.
Being culpable for you is a beautiful, strange thing.
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I own nothing. If I did, I would make myself Bonnie for five minutes and "thank" Damon out of gratitude for saving me from the Malachs. :)
Handspun gold, shimmering in the starlight.
A goddess in ethereal form, a lapis phoenix to behold.
She touches through my spirit, breaking through my ribs
Through my stubborn and unyielding armor, deep into my inhuman heart.
Wings of Redemption and lapis lazuli is my birth, and undoing.
I was a fool for attempting to thwart fate, for I believe in such a thing.
I turn towards another now, for my goddess, my princess of the darkness
Has found her white flame.
It is always about him, the brother who is not the Prodigal.
This one, I created.
I held her in a pool of life as she gasped, sputtered, bled.
I held her, such a fragile creature, and gave her consciousness.
Hair of blood, of the liquid sunrise.
Fire fire, my other Phoenix.
Human, and yet a witch.
What spell do you cast?
From lips so full I am granted several kisses, by surprise and gratitude.
You, my beloved enchantress, are seared into my life as a welcome scar.
'Tis wondrous strange…
I am blind now to my once blue phoenix
And in the death of that blue flame a conflagration now
Burns, sears and roars with indescribable might.
My attention is on you alone now.
I created you; I saved you.
With a heart shaped face, you turn towards me.
With features so fragile, they could splinter lest I take care.
Lovely flame, you're my undoing.
Wondrous strange, you're my limitation.
Being culpable for you is a beautiful, strange thing.
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