Encahnted, it stood.
Thoughts flooded its mind...
intimate wonder,
so much so,
the creature forgot
who he was...
As smoke rose up
from the dark allyway,
two percing white eyes
just stared
through the stained cotton,
taking in evry detail
of our world,
as if its every evil
was etching upon this creatures heart.
It seemed to sorrow him.
To suffocate his once pure mind..
With him in that ally
was a homeless man...
which enraged this sheltered creature.
Captivated
by the malicious poison
it witnessed on our streets,
it rose,
on air, above the defenceless man,
and drew its golden sword.
Its eyes were posessed
by anger, hate...
the blame, his insanity told him,
lay on this man...
Within a thrust of his sword,
and a muffled cry,
infected blood splat
across its silvered robe.
It was if a needle
had been dropped,
conscienceness regained control.
Its eyes widened
as it saw what he had done...
it collapsed
and howled at the walls,
as if the evil that lurked
between the bricks
had forced him to muder.
The creature shed a tear,
as it looked unto our world,
and all its hopelessness,
then vanished.
Back to its perfect place,
with running crystal water
where it dwelled;
no evil to be found.
Yet this deed,
it commited..
would follow it,
haunt it...
until the bats pour
out of the Gates of Hell
to retreave him...
Like me,
he wishes he had never come
to your world.
Only, my wings
are gone.
black nail polish reflects
her true colour
a dampened sponge
blothching her black.
Thin, monotone lines
of boredom,
of frustration
fail to cease,
enraging her silent prison.
her eyes weighing
a solid tombstone
for she seldom sleeps.
Though, matter to her
awakened mind,
does it not.
She falsely percieved
her freedom.
Her eyesight, opened,
was it not?
No, but rather
scaled 10 fold.
Continually emancipating,
awaiting, awaiting...
for?
She was not consciously aware.
She was looking for...
excitment perhaps?
Not to go so far as to say
happiness, for, if she happened
to stumble across it,
cower away in fear she may.
Happiness brings pain.
Happiness brings rules.
Her quest then,
would be for escape,
in hope of TRUE freedom...
with no strings.
But in all her hopelessness,
stumbled upon the darkness.
They knew
she was in suitable manner
to forecome to their temptation,
and deiceving.
There's no way out.
It's too late.