A face within the shadows. Held before the high Queen, a perched Angel on her shoulder. Watching from above in woe. She died held within his wings of sorrow. Feathers of white, adorn her ****** head a crown. Eyes of candle lit affliction touched her ******* as it no longer rose, to fall.

Warned- of the consequence for showing any empathy. This Angel turned from the benediction of his once reverent Father. Emotions unlike no other, traced his soul with a grace of its own. His beloved Queen: the one who moved him so far from the radiant Light. Now lain to rest in a nameless plot.

He was warned of these sorts of emotions. Warned of what would befall the cause...

Now see here, this is where our dreadful tale comes to a harsh & grievous ending... A punishment befitting the sinful crime. The mark; of the fallen. A brand, burnt into the Angel's flesh. The ungodly sign of his corruption, for all his brethren to bare witness. Stripped of his God given wings, this accursed angelic creature was banished from heaven... Where he belong, out amongst the other sinners and the fallen.

**Fin

Eyes of different colors meet. A golden haze, on the greenest of blue. A glance of a dance unintentionally met. A sheath and a silver sword, crossing until two become one. Pupils once closed as they dilate, with a minds so alive its no longer sedate. Our hearts move in sync, with intentions blocked with a knowing shield. Will you surrender... A fight; a dance, our feet moving as one? Parry the attack, with the sunder of mighty virtue. A blade wielding the sun, and a hammer of waning moons. The power of both- an unlimited control of blacken destruction.

Until two become one.

This is not a love poem, nor is it a crescendo of romance.
This is a story of scorn.
Pain and sadness.

Love was once what I felt.
A deep emotion running through my veins.
But that's what was, and the now is neigh-
For no love could survive this endless silver storm.

This isn't a lovers tale. Nor is it a chance to redeem which as already failed.
I writing this to let you know. That I haven't broke.
That each day the sun rises and I am fine.

So, this isn't a love poem.
But a reminder: I am still standing tall.
And my love belongs only to me.

Word spoke in malice,
turn to silver as they roll off the tongue maniacally.

Intention of a depraved notion swivel backward in their motions.
Evil succumbing to the power of provocation.
The sin and burden of wrathful anger trickled down into one simple action.  
An act of devotion...
The willful way of degradation.
Hypersensitive reaction to the extraction.
Asking to be acquitted of your transgression...
How does a Devil ask an Angel to condone such an act of wickedness?
Trespassing on unhallowed ground, and living within a ****** lie.
The error of time...
Feathers of white on a whim of a demon.

When does the madness of your demise separate oneself from the act of humanity.
In death?
Or in the will to live?
These question have been asked from the beginning of time.
The answer are yet, still to be found.
Find solace within yourself.
Stop letting the sins of others weigh into uneven hands.
They're not your's to own or to even know.

In lieu the knowledge I have bestowed.
Go forth and live your life.

Happy, peaceful and in the never ending search of grace.

Just now I watched you float away. An invisible string tied to your heart and off you went. Like a balloon a child had let go of to learn the cause and effect of gravity. I watched you sail away on the breeze. A smile of gratitude lingering on my face. I learned to love you and when it was time to float on, I learned to let go and you flew on.

I ******* loved you; never forget that.
Even if it hurts, its not something to let go.