The Angel With the Black Wings
She sits upon an old, rotted out log contemplating her strife, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the blooming of new life
And there she ponders why she has been chosen to act out this task, was it because she did an injustice and fell for one whom wore no mask?
One that accepted that she was different and not from this cruel world, one that only wanted to touch her and wanted nothing more
Is it because he could see through her disguise that she was wearing? The one they had given to her to sin, the one that would make any man crumble like a fragile piece of glass slipping through her hands
She knew that she was wrong, and she should have guarded her heart better than she did, but when he pressed his sweet lips upon hers, she finally knew how it felt to exist
To be wanted, to have a taste of love, something she never had, for she was an angel of death only acting out the darkness’ plans
But him she couldn’t hurt, she couldn’t bear to take him away, although she knew that deep down the darkness would eventually have its way
Nothing pure and good lasts forever the darkness it will not allow, and so she ponders to herself what is she to do now?
She can’t penetrate his heart in the way that they want her to, she only wants to do this through loving him, and for that they call her a fool
Believing that she could ever have a life of happiness with someone that holds a soul, for she is just an angel of death and that he didn’t know
He knew that she was different though, a little dark, she had a light within and that is what drew her to him, that, and his human need to sin
He never saw her in her true form only the beauty that she would convey, would he still love her if she opened her black wings and took his soul away?
So, she listens to the earthly noises, the leaves on the trees falling down, and she knows that she must get going, for his and her time is running out
She transforms back into the beauty with the raven black hair, and she puts away her deathly wings and pretends that she doesn’t care
But when she sees him there, he stands so beautiful, so surreal, and in her heart, she knows as hard as she tries there is no way that she can’t feel
She takes him by his hand, and she whispers into his ear so sweet, “My love I’m sorry to hurt you, please know this is killing me”
She embraces him and she kisses his sweet lips once more, and she watches in agony as his eyes question her why as she watches the teardrops pour
He falls into her arms, and she delicately lies him down, and there she gazes into his eyes until all of the life has run out
She steps away from his body as she knows the darkness is at hand, and she opens her wings and flies away because the view she just can’t stand
And then she feels something that she has never felt before, tears running down her cheeks and pain in her chest, and she knows that she will never again be the angel that she once was, not anymore.
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