posted on Oct, 4 2008 @ 05:15 PM
She fell from grace, by Heaven sent, within a crimson cloud,
An angel in such perfect form, she said to me aloud,
F -"I am not who you think I am - I am the one you fear."
But beauty conquers all this night, so this I do not hear.
Seduction in its purest form, white skin and dark hair black,
On a bed of feathers from her wings, she moaned for me to act,
Forbidden was this fruit of hers, to Hell be damned if so,
But with a kiss we sinned again, with fate now sealed below.
And on the sea we danced a dance, eternal in our ways,
We slept upon the cold white sand, while graced by crashing waves,
With day eclipsed and stars abound, cast over us this night,
In my arms I held her close, until the morning light.
As morning came she whispered to me, secrets of the past,
And secrets of the future told, how long my life will last.
M - "Blasphemy! I said to her, for this cannot be true!"
F -"Please listen now, my darling, dear, time has come for you."
F -"I spoke but not be listened to, you lustful men of god,
I laugh at such sheer ignorance, of all you men abroad"
M -"I do not understand my dear, please tell me what you said."
F - "I only say things once my darling, I'm sorry about your death."
And as the heavens stormed aloof, from where she once had came,
Her skin tore open, enscribed the flesh, with scars of sin and shame,
With wings of black and eyes of fire, she said to me, "Its true."
F - "Darling, dear - My name is Time - and I have come for you."