TempestTS
10-28-2015, 11:56 PM
Many have oft wondered
what is the difference between an Angel and a Demon
The answer is there is none
humanity got it all damn wrong with that book they wrote
There is a reason Angels and Demons are always found together
You see what many interpreted as an epic battle
Angels and Demons forever locked against each other in the war of heaven and hell
Is merely the time honored mating ritual
Angels and Demons are highly attracted to each other because that is the natural order
What many mistake as a painful war to them is just the start of making love
For every Angel there is a Demon and for Every Demon there is an Angel
- will mine see this
- will she know what to do
- will she be bold and brave and walk into the light or just as bold and brave to drag me with her into the night.
shhhh stop asking which is which, it really dosent matter, I dont believe in God I only believe in Love
Maybe someone will say the same thing one day
Human eyes cannot see celestial majesty
This time you cannot remember what you are
This time I cannot forget what you are to me
The morality of sin makes martyrs of us all
These human eyes are just too weak to see everything we should see and they understand less
They mark some a demon simply because they find them on the blackened floor of hell covered in blood and howling like the damned.
What they dont know is how this being arrived at this spot, the rest of the story that humanity is much to young to see in its entire verse
You see this Demon arrived at the floor of hell because a long time ago because they saw an fallen Angel who was too broken and alone to fly
The pain of the world was written across her back with every step she took the world tried to attack this beautiful creature and the demon would see her fly once more
The Demon walked in circles round and round forever coming back to face the Angel from time to time
Shielding the Angel whenever possible from the worst of the blows, over and over again, never questioning the damage done she couldnt catch all of them but would quicken her pace when she saw the heavy hammers begin to fall
Round and Round, blow after blow, the Demon walked this path and wore a grove that turned into a hole all the way down to the floor of hell
Till finally the blows ceased to fall and the Demon felt the wind upon her face for it was the Angels wings as she took off for the sky finally healing at last
The Demon wailed not for the damned but for tears of joy that her love was finally free from the pain and had found the sky once again.
Bleeding, darkened black from the rock and the soot of hell the Demon knew the price that would be paid, and went willingly to the floor itself
For you see the Demon always knew she couldnt fix the Angels wings but she knew she had the strength to withstand the blows and still survive, She did not come to hell to stay
The blood and ash can be washed away with time, the pain forgotten, broken nails look like claws after so much rock will grow smooth and supple again one day.
The Demon wasnt from hell she was only passing through all this time and now began the long climb back to the sky with hopes to see her Angel again one day.
But mortal eyes are much too young to see this, and the story much to long to remember that good and evil are merely petty human constructs that pale in the story of what one would do for Love
And so the Demon, she climbed, the way was not smooth and the pull of hell on her at every step
A rope was cast down and she briefly considered it as it would speed her way out of the pit and she had spent far too much time there on this trip
The rope was smooth, the anchor firm, a thing of wonder and beauty woven with a delicate complexity that boggled the mind with both its strength and its design
The Demon, she let go of the rope, and continued to climb, a firm set to her resolve a new fire in her heart
She cast her eyes to the sky one last time before focusing on the rocky climb ahead of her, the Angel was not in sight
She would not look up again until she had climbed out of this hell for fear that she would grow blind in her searching for a glimpse of an Angel bright as the sun
The Rope she left hang for good reason, She loved her Angel and might not be there should next she fall
for the Angel told her once that she did not know the Demons true name and thus might not be able to sound the call
The rope was left behind to aid the Angel should she ever need it and forget that she once trusted a Demon enough to guard her while she waited for God to heal her broken wings.
Some where a creature with smoking wings waits with a love greater than mortals can understand for a whisper that she is needed, wanted, loved in return.
She will then open her eyes again and embrace what she always held dear but she will not seek to hold it unbidden for to do so might damage those wings so freshly healed
such is her love for her Angel that she would not do that, not in a thousand, thousand years.
Tempest - for V.
what is the difference between an Angel and a Demon
The answer is there is none
humanity got it all damn wrong with that book they wrote
There is a reason Angels and Demons are always found together
You see what many interpreted as an epic battle
Angels and Demons forever locked against each other in the war of heaven and hell
Is merely the time honored mating ritual
Angels and Demons are highly attracted to each other because that is the natural order
What many mistake as a painful war to them is just the start of making love
For every Angel there is a Demon and for Every Demon there is an Angel
- will mine see this
- will she know what to do
- will she be bold and brave and walk into the light or just as bold and brave to drag me with her into the night.
shhhh stop asking which is which, it really dosent matter, I dont believe in God I only believe in Love
Maybe someone will say the same thing one day
Human eyes cannot see celestial majesty
This time you cannot remember what you are
This time I cannot forget what you are to me
The morality of sin makes martyrs of us all
These human eyes are just too weak to see everything we should see and they understand less
They mark some a demon simply because they find them on the blackened floor of hell covered in blood and howling like the damned.
What they dont know is how this being arrived at this spot, the rest of the story that humanity is much to young to see in its entire verse
You see this Demon arrived at the floor of hell because a long time ago because they saw an fallen Angel who was too broken and alone to fly
The pain of the world was written across her back with every step she took the world tried to attack this beautiful creature and the demon would see her fly once more
The Demon walked in circles round and round forever coming back to face the Angel from time to time
Shielding the Angel whenever possible from the worst of the blows, over and over again, never questioning the damage done she couldnt catch all of them but would quicken her pace when she saw the heavy hammers begin to fall
Round and Round, blow after blow, the Demon walked this path and wore a grove that turned into a hole all the way down to the floor of hell
Till finally the blows ceased to fall and the Demon felt the wind upon her face for it was the Angels wings as she took off for the sky finally healing at last
The Demon wailed not for the damned but for tears of joy that her love was finally free from the pain and had found the sky once again.
Bleeding, darkened black from the rock and the soot of hell the Demon knew the price that would be paid, and went willingly to the floor itself
For you see the Demon always knew she couldnt fix the Angels wings but she knew she had the strength to withstand the blows and still survive, She did not come to hell to stay
The blood and ash can be washed away with time, the pain forgotten, broken nails look like claws after so much rock will grow smooth and supple again one day.
The Demon wasnt from hell she was only passing through all this time and now began the long climb back to the sky with hopes to see her Angel again one day.
But mortal eyes are much too young to see this, and the story much to long to remember that good and evil are merely petty human constructs that pale in the story of what one would do for Love
And so the Demon, she climbed, the way was not smooth and the pull of hell on her at every step
A rope was cast down and she briefly considered it as it would speed her way out of the pit and she had spent far too much time there on this trip
The rope was smooth, the anchor firm, a thing of wonder and beauty woven with a delicate complexity that boggled the mind with both its strength and its design
The Demon, she let go of the rope, and continued to climb, a firm set to her resolve a new fire in her heart
She cast her eyes to the sky one last time before focusing on the rocky climb ahead of her, the Angel was not in sight
She would not look up again until she had climbed out of this hell for fear that she would grow blind in her searching for a glimpse of an Angel bright as the sun
The Rope she left hang for good reason, She loved her Angel and might not be there should next she fall
for the Angel told her once that she did not know the Demons true name and thus might not be able to sound the call
The rope was left behind to aid the Angel should she ever need it and forget that she once trusted a Demon enough to guard her while she waited for God to heal her broken wings.
Some where a creature with smoking wings waits with a love greater than mortals can understand for a whisper that she is needed, wanted, loved in return.
She will then open her eyes again and embrace what she always held dear but she will not seek to hold it unbidden for to do so might damage those wings so freshly healed
such is her love for her Angel that she would not do that, not in a thousand, thousand years.
Tempest - for V.