Oh now my young blond beauty
your sleep is tender sweeet
from far heaven's place you fell
and now still, you lay at my feet
Demon's spell on cloud so high
so hard was it to do,
I had but one chance to do,
to get the beauty, that is you.
I look down at your bend frame,
it's hard for me to feel so sad
to look upon tender your body,
makes me want to be so bad.
My lust for you burns deep,
a hell's fire burning for sure,
and you lay here before me,
I am sure you are so pure.
I see a smile upon your face,
it makes me want you more,
and if I have to repent,
I'll do it to make this score.
I can almost taste the sweet
which I know you are.
I have many time
watched you from a star.
Now I tremble at the thought,
I have you at my will,
I plan to make love to you
till one of us starts to chill.
And yet I wait and only stare,
your beauty is like a spell
and it should not matter to me,
as I know I am in Hell.
Oh the madness I now see
what the punishment will be,
I have you in my grasp,
but I can only look and see.
So sleep my angel dear
and fear not any more,
for when you wake from this,
you will be to heaven restored.
A contest entry
- Shot Down Angel by Dead Hair.
450 points, ended July 28, 2007, 15 entries
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I like this piece very much. I would have him come upon an angel already fallen. Such a lowly man could not pull one from the sky. Maybe from the gutter! Now that's sensible. And his unsatisfied lust restores her to heaven, as he sacrifices his desires to God for her forgiveness. Then runs to the Video Palace to view some peep shows, an angel in his own right. (I know it sounds like a "Lifetime" afternoon special, but I'm sappy, what can I say?)
Three Bunnies
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Hmmmmm, woah. I never thought that the angel would've been brought down by a man's lust, but new ideas are always good.
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