She was an angel,
He was the devil,
Some times it felt like love,
Other times it hurt,
She didn't want to leave but his words drove her mad for he broke her Halo and watched it burn but this is not a one sided story for she too broke the devil,
Her love pure as day burned his skin with each touch but never would they stop,
Her words of sweet nothings hurt him so,
And those wings tipped with gold,
Her pride and joy white as fresh snow atop a winter's mountain and eyes blue as sea foam,
She was an angel pure and clean,
Her wings a perfect contrast to his skin red as ripe raspberries and eyes black as night,
Atop a tower far from modern man they stand hand in hand under the midnight clouds with star light in their eyes two star crossed lovers never to have been and yet so much love they hold together,
The prince of darkness,
And the bringer of light,
A love story told by times own hands,
The angel and the devil,
Slowly they dance in the city lights her snow White arms around his red neck they slowly fade back into their own reality,
Two starcrossed lovers never to have been and yet so much love they hold together,
The prince of darkness
And a bringer of light.

By Marina Vos

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