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BitterSweet
Contributed by
flamingblade
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Sunday, 16th July 2006 @ 02:04:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Angelic twins seeking the righteous. Demonic twins corrupting souls. Angel girl sees demon boy and she screams at the sight of a child on fire. The power she sees she can't help but desire. The demon girl watches angel boy give peace of mind to a small girl. She wishes for a father that loves her. Angels meet Demons and they switch places. Demons enter a world of unconditional love. But still they are suspicious until they see their real father. They are blinded by his beauty The black in their hair fades away Every strand becomes a different color, and falls so gently against their shoulders. While the Angels hold their own. Hair darkened and clings to the skull The cuts and bruises ache The tears they still flow. They believe Daddy will save them. When they all escape years later, It is evident That although the four identical twins look alike. They are caught in a Hell, of sorts. Their lives are meant to be as bittersweet as dragon tears, depending on how they perceive the taste.
The weird thing is, the father never existed. They are essentially, alone on the earth. Nothing is real but the four winged ones.
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Re: BitterSweet
(User Rating: 1 ) by Rhei76 on
Friday, 28th July 2006 @ 09:35:27 AM AEST (User
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nicely started |
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Re: BitterSweet
(User Rating: 1 ) by Junker on
Thursday, 18th September 2008 @ 04:33:42 AM AEST (User
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The way this is written actually makes it feel more like a story to me even if it separated into stanzas. |
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