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Brief Encounters; Angels and Demons
Snow gone and springtime blooms
Scents of lavender in the air
Blue sky above, gentle wind blows
perfect for lovers first kiss
among the beauty a furious demon
slump without pride a ghastly form
lost a battle with a shiny angel
flushed by the seraphim’s sword
there he lies in human form
cuts and bruises on his frame
shivers he in mortal pain
his voice an anguished groaning
peep a beauteous woman at him
from among the blooming shrubs
hold out her hands and grasps
his, pulling him up to his feet
wordless they walk towards the forest
where shades by leaves hid them
she sits him by a stream
and began to wash his wounds
‘I smell you, you are of God’s
Why do you help me
I am of he, casted down
For defying the father’
‘I know nought but compassion
With your weakened human form
I do not do for you alone
But those who need me’
They sat together through the noon
Speaking of angels and demons
Why they have fought for eternity
And still haven’t reach amicability
It is dark in heaven, when they stop;
they speak no more for tales
Have all been told, exhausted
They sit together waiting for answers
Their hands entwined, angel and demon
Looking no more than the average beauty
of humans in their everyday garb
the spirits shine and coalesced
the sparks flew around like fireflies
within the forested expanse
the two figures are no more
gone to their places, below and above
Scents of lavender in the air
Blue sky above, gentle wind blows
perfect for lovers first kiss
among the beauty a furious demon
slump without pride a ghastly form
lost a battle with a shiny angel
flushed by the seraphim’s sword
there he lies in human form
cuts and bruises on his frame
shivers he in mortal pain
his voice an anguished groaning
peep a beauteous woman at him
from among the blooming shrubs
hold out her hands and grasps
his, pulling him up to his feet
wordless they walk towards the forest
where shades by leaves hid them
she sits him by a stream
and began to wash his wounds
‘I smell you, you are of God’s
Why do you help me
I am of he, casted down
For defying the father’
‘I know nought but compassion
With your weakened human form
I do not do for you alone
But those who need me’
They sat together through the noon
Speaking of angels and demons
Why they have fought for eternity
And still haven’t reach amicability
It is dark in heaven, when they stop;
they speak no more for tales
Have all been told, exhausted
They sit together waiting for answers
Their hands entwined, angel and demon
Looking no more than the average beauty
of humans in their everyday garb
the spirits shine and coalesced
the sparks flew around like fireflies
within the forested expanse
the two figures are no more
gone to their places, below and above
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