THE FALLEN Serenity’s Love For He.
TO HAVE BEEN AS AN ARTIST,
SO TORTURED WAS YOUR CANVAS,
PAINTED AND SCARED,
BY PAIN BY SADNESS!
A CHILD BEFRIENDED BY AN ANGEL OF THE DARK,
HIS ANGEL SERENITY,
HIS FAITHFUL GODESS,
SHE’D MEND HIS WOUNDS,
SHE’D MEND HIS MADNESS!
SERENITY WOULD SHED LIGHT ON HIS DARKNESS,
DISTORTING AND DISRUPTING,
BRUSH STROKES OF HELPLESSNESS AND HOPELESSNESS!
THE CHILD OF THE DARK, SERENITY WOULD SPREAD HER WINGS,
AND IN HOPING ONE DAY HER GIFTED,
BEFRIENDED CHILD WOULD KNOW HAPPYNESS!
A PHYSICAL NEED,
THERE ISN’T TO BE,
SO DEVOTED AND UNDIEING IS THE LOVE SHE SHALL EXPRESS FOR HE!
by ANTHONY RUBINO
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