For a Fallen Angel

You think you know me – everything about me… this monster, this creature of the night, this dark being that lurks in the endless chasms of your mind. Just waiting. Waiting to consume you and take you where you belong.

You’re wrong. Here I sit far above, firmly on the roof of this, the most holiest places – one of the many Churches of Men and looking out into the night I see… sin. I see it everywhere I look, my brown eyes… did I ever say they were brown before? Well now you know… I see the darkest nature of man radiating from most of your kind that wanders through this inky blackness.

Sometimes I save some of your kind. Sometimes I do not. And sometimes….

Sin. What is sin? Feel the sound slither off my tongue like a thousand serpents beneath this blessed moonlight… s-s-sin… its truly a strange word and so wildly adopted to serve one’s purposes. Perhaps it doesn’t exist at all. Perhaps this is all there is – a truth that none of your kind will admit.

But I will show you, yes I will. You’ve become my little friend after all this time – following my every step, slowly seeing what I do… perhaps its time to reveal more. So come with me if you can.. as I step off this building and I fly… fly forevermore above this city.. the air, the winds making way so I can dance for the midnight, for this perfect solace when nothing exists but the milky light and the slight movements of these fabrics against my skin.

And then I see her. As I float towards her, I fall on top of her always failing to stop on time… perhaps its because I could never stop myself after seeing her so close and each and every time I had to embrace her with everything I had. White skin, merciless blue eyes pulling you into her depths, she smiles and wraps her arms around me and as I look down at her, time stops.

The world freezes in place for me, for us… nothing else matters… it never did. I found her where she didn’t belong and I took her away. My hand moves to her soft brown hair just enjoying the sensation against my skin…silky… smooth… her gentle breath, her chest against mine….

How can a monster care... how can a monster.. love? I hold her tight and we float upwards now slowly up above the city so that the flicking lights become a myriad of stars below – a beautiful pattern now stretching all around us so that we are enveloped by these holy lights and the moon above.

I’m not a monster. You don’t believe me? Watch us move us now so that the lights below fade replaced by the stretching oceans, to match her exquisite eyes, the warm summer ocean breeze to match the touch of her lips …her finger tips…

And then imagine if someone tried to tear us apart. Imagine if someone tried to hurt her. Imagine…. Look into these immortal eyes and see. See the rage. From love to hate… from tenderness to sheer viciousness in the blink of an eye.

Let me take you to the past, to a moment past. The seediest dirtiest part of this terrible city and a couple entwined making their way back… home. His arm around her body trying to protect her while their clicking footsteps betray their true fear, their worry. One can not see his face as he walks through the shadows between the lamp-lights but there seems to be a constant worried expression in his eyes of how he would protect her if anything should happen. She presses her head against his shoulder as if somehow that is all the protection that is needed. A couple wanting to escape from the madness of this world.

And then it happened. It always does… nightmares coming true, the tendrils within ripping and consuming all. For they came out of the nowhere it seemed and blocked their path. Three men, young perhaps late twenties or even thirties of your human years. He tried to steer her around but they blocked their path… laughing and mocking.

Can you hear the conversation? It is just beyond the reach of your ears but I assure you it is distressing enough – they are talking about her knowing that he would never be able to stop them. Look now... one of them steps forward to grab her arm and pull the woman away from her lover. From her solace… from her haven in this life. And as he steps forward another one of the men grabs him and throws him hard against the wall.

See now as two of them men set about him pummelling him with their fists and their legs while the other pushes the woman down on the floor… attempting to rip her clothes from her, seeking to break the perfect harmony– all beneath lady Night’s watchful gaze.

‘Bring me the rage’.

So beautiful – one can feel the warm waves washing all over, ones muscles flexing… a change coming. Where there are no rules, where there is no mercy. When this monster truly becomes that which lies within.

Watch as the two continue to rip into the man and you can barely see him now lost beneath their arms and legs. Can you still see the other two… the man atop the woman? The shadows have taken them now.. but .. yes there it is.. perfectly on time, a wolf howl under a wolf moon.. shrieking, screaming… so musical so perfect, Except its him that screaming not her.

Crimson tides, the thick liquid flows down the path towards the other two brutes and seeps between their legs. And as they look down in surprise… I take them.

One hand on each neck, I stand and I let them look at me. Look into my eyes… see it there… they wanted to take her away from me. They didn’t even know whom they were playing with.

I turn and press them against the wall and let them down a little so their feet scratch against the floor and I let my finger tips feel their pulse. Faster.. faster.. thump… thump… mmm… look at their faces. See the fear. These are mine.

My princess walks behind me and licks the blood from her fingers, my fallen angel pushing some of her ripped clothing back into place. My strength is now hers. And the first of many have seen what happens. Now as for these two….

Yes your view is moving far away now so that the vision seemed terribly distant – we seem like ants below. I wish not for you to see what happens… just hear the sounds as they echo through into the cosmos and let your imagination fill in the gaps. You might say that one always imagines far worse than the actual truth. In this case you couldn’t be more wrong.

After I was done, we cleaned up… a shower, the warm waters falling over our silken bodes as we stood next to each other and as I held her close, I moved forward to kiss her forehead. Her hair brushed against my cheeks… against my face so it stuck to my skin… wet and cool … a night breeze across my mind.

It lasted forever. Her heart against mine, my lips on her skin and my arms… right… there… encircling…

I have a soul. I never lost it. In fact when the night took me, I found it for the first time and beneath her sweet caress I soared far above it all.

The future is not in my control. Fate spins onwards, her slender fingers flitting through the threads of time and we continue to watch the sunsets and sunrises waiting for those dreams to come true, for those possibilities… all for hope.

One day my fallen angel will fly.. stretch her wings and make the world hers – my gifts with her always.. my strength.. my darkness and light… my everything. Only the fates will know whether I will beside her when she does but one thing I know. As I stand here now…

For these moments…there is nothing else. Except us. And no one can ever take them away.