AngelMarius

Persephone Brought from the warm light of day Down to the darkness where Hades resides Hades Ruler of the Dead Also known as Dis, Pluto, Satan, and Lucifer A man baptized in the river Styx itself Whose very will can bring destruction on man, apocalypse But Persephone loved him still Persephone, daughter of Demeter Bringer of growth, harvest, and Life Who fell in love with none other than the bringer of Death Modern Persephone Those young Innocents who love the evil-doers, those whose fate is drenched in blood Because the Innocents know it is not these villains fault For Hades didn't choose to be Ruler of Hell But was forced

You are just a pretty flower, my love Your petals are all that matter For what is a flower without them They change with the seasons To earn you love But when you lose them You are just a stem And no one cares If they step on a stem You are just a pretty flower, my love You long to be in a vase On display You wait for a human to pick you And forget your companions The sky and earth Who were there for you when yu were just A loney seed You are just a pretty flower, my love And when your time comes A human will find you And put you on display To be his alone But enjoy it For a vase, and it's glory Is the death of a flow

We were at the park again, only this time we were sitting underneath the tree. I was fifteen, him sixteen. "You boycotting school dances again?" he asked. "Yeah, they charge you $15 dollars to go into a room where no one actually dances and they have crap music. No thanks," I said. "But how do you know this, you've never been to a dance?" he retaliated. "Oh I just do okay, don't question my awesome psychic powers!" I said sarcastically.   "Oh sorry, OH GREAT ONE, " he added snidely, "but don't think I don't know that you would love to go to one, you just couldn't find a date." I slapped him up the back of the head. "I would not like t

I feel in love with the dazzling angel on high your soft feather wings stroke my skin comfort my soul but then you were lost and fell into my world majesty, lost grace, forsaken you look back to the heavens longing for what you were pure wings tainted by the blood of man as I dust off your halo you look away ashamed of what you've become you cannot see that it wasn't heaven I feel in love with it was you no matter what you are your touch will be the same for I will never see the streaks of dust pain disease you leave on my skin for it isn't your wings I love not even your once warm pink lips now cold as whiter's snow

I began to dream. But they weren't dreams, they were memories. But they were too vivid to be memories. It was as if I was watching a movie, and all I could do was watch. The first was when i first moved to a new house.  I must have been about five. I had just gotten out of our car. The huge movie van was pulling in behind us. I remembered that I was mad at my parents for not letting me ride in it, nestled in with all the boxes. To spite them, and  to got out of having to help move the boxes inside, I wandered off to see the new neighborhood.  Across the street a family had come out to see what was happening. Being young, with the naive ide