The silence stretches, thick with what was seen
A jagged rift where trust had always been
Charlie reaches out, her fingers trembling slight
To touch the armor of her vanguard in the night
"It wasn't planned," the Princess softly pleads
Her heart a garden choked with tangled weeds
But Vaggie only stares at where the light had flown
A bitter taste of heaven she had once herself known
She does not speak of envy or of broken vows
But of the weight the golden crown allows
"She is a spark," Vaggie whispers, sharp and low
"And sparks bring fires that you cannot hope to stow"
She steps into the circle of her lover’s space
And wipes a stray, celestial tear from Charlie's face
The kiss remains a ghost, a shimmering, soft sin
As the protector draws the wandering princess in
Outside the door, the hellfire starts to rise
Masking the doubt within the soldier’s weary eyes
They stand together, though the air has turned to glass
Waiting for the echoes of the Seraph’s wings to pass
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
The silence stretches, thick with what was seen
A jagged rift where trust had always been
Charlie reaches out, her fingers trembling slight
To touch the armor of her vanguard in the night
"It wasn't planned," the Princess softly pleads
Her heart a garden choked with tangled weeds
But Vaggie only stares at where the light had flown
A bitter taste of heaven she had once herself known
She does not speak of envy or of broken vows
But of the weight the golden crown allows
"She is a spark," Vaggie whispers, sharp and low
"And sparks bring fires that you cannot hope to stow"
She steps into the circle of her lover’s space
And wipes a stray, celestial tear from Charlie's face
The kiss remains a ghost, a shimmering, soft sin
As the protector draws the wandering princess in
Outside the door, the hellfire starts to rise
Masking the doubt within the soldier’s weary eyes
They stand together, though the air has turned to glass
Waiting for the echoes of the Seraph’s wings to pass
This poem series is called The secret kiss.
