The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The Forbidden Love Of A Mortal part 3
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The sound of traffic came from all angles and spaces
Amongst crowded congested pathways where people wore masks on their faces
Huge towers spiraled and shot high into the purple skies
Overshadowed by moons, suns and planets
Peering down upon a city full of mans disgusting habbits
If you could call them skies at all? Thick violet clouds and hovering machines
Where the only rays of the sun came from their blinding head beams
Down below neon lights flashed upon the wet and muddy concrete roads below
Covered in a blanket of white and deep set snow
Amongst the chaos and screeching of Ally cat strays
A figure sat hunched down one of the ally ways
His coat was pulled tightly around him and he had a hood covering his face
Just another homeless vagabond in this god-awful place
Amongst the dripping sewage mixed with the falling snowflakes
Sat this figure, dark and brooding with trembling shakes
His arms clung to his knees and he gently rocked forth and back
When suddenly a shadow cast over him, but which was gold not black
"Leave me be!" he said in an accent, which seemed from a place well gone
"I am just an old man leave me alone I have done nothing wrong!"
"No my sweet man, my love, my hearts desire, you never did…
Long have I been away, neglecting you, it is I, not you that should have hid"
Her voice, that voice, a voice he thought had long since been gone
No it couldn't be, not her, she left him; she was long, long gone!
His eyes that appeared from his shadowed face
Reflected  an eternal time lost, life and outer space
"Why my Goddess, my temptress, why now? What brings you to me after so long?"
She knelt down beside him now and whispered "This my friend, is where I belong"
He gazed now, into her eyes, blue sapphires, red crimson lips, and blonde hair
She smelt just as beautiful, she smiled and said "I have something to share..
"When my mother last came to you she was with child, I am her daughter you see"
The man said nothing for what seemed like forever, "what is this insanity?"
"Your mother, gave me this gift or a curse, of immortality…
So in order to worship her until she ceased to be…..
She must still be alive, or I would be dead, something I've waited 1000's of years for"
She placed the palms of her hands on the mans ashen face, "come let us explore"
Leaning against the walls of his monastery, he whispered "explore what my lady?"
Placing her hand in his chest, like a ghost goes through walls, she said; "mortality"

















Welcome back my old friend x 2007



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