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The Face we have
may sometimes match,
but rare do those chances come,
So its just as fact
as Faces go,
that the Angel Eien
was not the same.
No,
Angel Eien,
with her perfect face,
and pure white dress,
was as imperfect as could be
compared to the Angel
she pretended to be.
She broke God's law,
more than once,
to try to match
the humans she so longed to be.
So God looked down,
and with his hand
ripped her wings to shreds.
He dropped her to Earth
and left her to bleed
until a kind young girl appeared.
The girl reached out
and shared a hand
and took the fallen in.
And as Eien stared at the girl,
she saw the hidden halo
forming above her head.
Her sudden jealousy overtook
and she began to overtake
the girl and her future and His love.
She worked to turn the girl to her
so that she could be joined one day,
for forever, by the little girl.
She used her words
to corrupt the girl
until her halo faded
and suddenly fell,
just as she did,
just as the girl now did.
She watched the girl fall,
she hit the ground and hurt herself,
and Eien watched as she bled
with a smile as vile as her deed.
She now found herself to enjoy the pain
of the little girl who saved her.
So God returned to Eien
and handed her a crown,
a sparkling tiara to her,
an unseen true crown of thorns.
And as Eien placed it on her head,
blood spilled from her forehead,
tears fell from the heavens,
and yet she held that smile,
that smile of utter, vile enjoyment
at her own blood and pain.
And now,
as she took the demon as her face,
her self began to cry
and it spilled to the ground
as a storm of repent.
And as the demon was set to the cross,
she felt the first new breath
of the girl she had killed,
of the girl who had saved her,
and the girl she had loved.
She knew then
that her could be eternity
with that once-innocent child
had shattered into nothing
and that this child
would now grow to that age
and never find Eien again
and become the Angel that was meant.
And that girl would never know her love,
and that girl would never love her,
and she would always be alone,
and she would be replaced.
They say the sky rained for 7 days
and the people were cleansed
by the lonely and now forgotten
tears of that once-beautiful Angel.
But the little girl grew
and without knowing why,
returned each day to that spot.
Where the Angel was left,
and found.
Where she was crucified
and left to repent.
Without knowing why
that little girl returned each day,
with a rose in hand and a cloth.
She set up a stone
and placed the unholy cross there,
flipped and sharpened to a point.
And everyday that girl would clean the stone
of the red that appeared
and burn candles of black
to pray to Hell for the Angel's return.
But Eien watched still,
nailed to her cross,
sinking from the heavens.
Still, she watches
as the little girl grows,
over and over.
As she lives and dies
and slowly counts to her return.
And Eien smiles sadly
in pained, unrequited, love
at the little girl in black
who prays for her Angel
to return from the grave
and be saved once again
and left to love her forever.
 Your-Angel-Eien · Tue Dec 30, 2008 @ 05:32am · 0 Comments |
