Almost an immortal

Prologue

Rainy days as I urge my fingers to jot
Down; words so lovingly devastating; that
I should swell beneath this body; alas
To rise again; with the slightest spark; that
Love is there to all.

Singing in gruff passion; which
I proclaim to feel; sixth sense
Alight
Murmurs from your lips; which I go beyond
Its trite word.

Distances mount further than ever; as you
Turn away; reasons for broken promises
Stay the same as the rocks face the sun; without
Temptation; nor guilt nor guile.

I head towards your gothic ruins
I might be an immortal for ours to claim just yet
Voices lure; they beckon me to voice out all
Moisture my lips, in trance I go
Hands clasped; with songs of
This all.

To the world this is for
To the wind which blows against me
To the sky for at least an acknowledgement of
This all.

This is the climax
Eyes closed tightly; hands outstretched
At the edge of the cliff
Do you beckon me to come to the sea?

Not of beauty, nor alluring, but of molten larvae
This is the moment…

But how do you succumb to passion; so
Blazed; beautifully crafted syllables shall unite
Us; heart but not would do I give; for the
Past of rejection from you I remember.

Fingers lightly brushing lips as red as mine;
As I write, I look at my whole; as a
Piano is capable of thunderous notes; a
Harp to accentuate the sharpest notch; do I
But deserve this all from you?

Angel of the sweets
Demon of the dark
Could one evolve or is one willing
To do so?

Demon of the dark gruffs with lies
Subtle hurting
Angel of the sweets does not realise
And goes with eyes naively open
Accepting demon of the dark.

Oh my anguish is mine alone to bear, cries Angel
For Angel has been secretive to the Heavens
It is not wrong, nor right, it is just an
Incident new to the archaic Heavens.

Oh my dream is being spiced up now; cries Demon
For this he vows to keep Angel at his bay until
He is tired; of her.

Trodden paths lead to rocky mountains
Demon has a new sense of excitement; it
Becomes gold as Demon can see
Greed compels Demon to sway away from
The naiveté Angel.

Living life in regularity. Demon commands others
Little Angel watches in a distance; a
Step her feet takes nearer to Demon becomes
Rage as Demon throws Angel out.

Angel has barred her soul to Darkness
More discreet due to circumstances of
Shed tears and patience; Angel joins
Darkness itself.

But does Angel know the consequences?
Blinded by love so deep, she concocts a
Spell to get Demon back. And Demon
Rises to her…yet not really; proclaiming love
Yet not really.

Now comes the time Angel is guilt-ridden
But she shall take guilt in, for the fear of
Losing Demon is too great.

Demon is surprised
All this while; he thought Angel would always be
There for him even though Demon was never
There when Angel needed him.

Angel is confused, does Demon really care or not?
Or all is merely a play?
Angel does not want to lose; ever…but feats
That the end is near.

Angel and Demon
Unexpected meeting
Unexpected attachment
Unexpected end?

A wishful thinking that Mother Nature would help
That the true path to righteousness is shown.

Epilogue
Rainy days as I urge my fingers to jot
Down; words so lovingly devastating; that
I should swell beneath this body; alas
To rise again; with the slightest spark; that
Love is there to all.

God forgive Angel and Demon; and
God bless us All.

16th July, rain away