Angel of Your Darkness (Diabolus)

by Mello193   Apr 28, 2012


Her grace had fallen from her days
enchanted by the dawns early ways
stained by the stars in her morning daze
in the darkness of dreaming unearthly praise
sleeping beauty dreams of long lost love
the angel of my darkness found nothing thereof
except what you might expect of heart-ships and tears
as her very silence seemed to kill the violence of her years
her eyes were the color of faraway love
stained by the stars by the very thing she was dreaming of

in morning mourning her eyes drew shades of hell
the poor thing pouring the secrets she swore to never tell
innocent in her dreaming in forlorn lore
as her dreaming rattled her to her very core
her eyes were now the open door
as all the questions she wished to implore
the heart that tore, she shamefully wore
her own right to end her personal war
Pestilent the sickness stayed
her pages torn and frayed
in the book that she learned and prayed
the fallen angel i adore
simply this and nothing more
death now spilled her dearest dreams
disillusioned that nothing is what it seems
her love left in needles and pins
reciting the travesties of skins deepest sin
Lish queen the angel of the dark
in the sleeping dreaming left the angel's mark
she is poetry, she is reason
she is sleeping through the season
of winter's heart, in her bloody art
that she was bleeding from the start
deathly proceeding in at beauty rest
her own heart unlike any of the rest
her beauty holds the painted truth
the scars of her twisted youth
watch the magic fade away as she bleeds
her nightmare prayer in broken creed
a mere puppet with broken strings
all her agony, the sound it sings
knowing what she knew now
knowing what she knew then
misery consumed it all over again
in her womb the evil seed
just another story she wont ever read
she sleeps away blame
erasing her name
the one she swore to heal
the only fear for what isn't real
famine of the very soul
lovers lost without control
sleeping beauty, my Lish queen
the fallen angel, devilishly unclean
Abutor Diabolus Dormio Eminus,
in morning mourning her eyes drew shades of hell
the poor thing pouring the secrets she swore to never tell
innocent in her dreaming in forlorn lore
as her dreaming rattled her to her very core
her eyes were now the open door
as all the questions she wished to implore
the heart that tore, she shamefully wore
her own right to end her personal war
silently dreaming through the night
the fallen angel would now take flight
the last of her unearthly endeavors
to the broken heart she now had severed
the angel i adore, my being craving more
to awaken her to a life of joy
to the puppet girl so used to being a toy
I longed to free her of her hurt, however
her dreaming went on forever

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  • 11 years ago

    by DeviousCharmer

    Totally awesome :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Love the flow and rhymes, great piece. 5/5 :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    "Her grace had fallen from her days
    enchanted by the dawns early ways"
    ---Hmm.. I knew you were going to spoil us with your sick rhyming. I like the beginning lines, as I am fond of this sort of story-telling poems, with dark imagery and stuff. My only suggestion here is the 'dawns'=dawn's.
    "except what you might expect of heart-ships
    and tears
    as her very silence seemed to kill the
    violence of her years"
    ---Seems like the twist you put in sleeping beauty's story is that she had a rough past. 'Heart-ships'? I haven't heard of that, perhaps hardships?
    "her eyes were the color of faraway love
    stained by the stars by the very thing she
    was dreaming of"
    ---WOW.. Definitely my favorite part. The poetic way you've penned this and the subtle rhyme, since 'love' and 'of' aren't perfect rhymes, it still worked really well.
    "innocent in her dreaming in forlorn lore
    as her dreaming rattled her to her very core
    her eyes were now the open door
    as all the questions she wished to implore
    the heart that tore, she shamefully wore
    her own right to end her personal war"
    ---Repetition sometimes does your poem a favor, but in my opinion, the lines you chose to repeat kind of pulled your piece down. It just seems too forced here, and a monorhyme is hard to accomplish without sounding forced.
    After that^^I honestly thought it was going down hill from there, but you've managed to fight back with the next lines:
    "Pestilent the sickness stayed
    her pages torn and frayed
    in the book that she learned and prayed"
    ---I love the word 'pestilent' and how you used it elegantly here.
    "Lish queen the angel of the dark
    in the sleeping dreaming left the angel's
    mark"
    ---I don't quite understand these lines. Lish means slick/lithe/fast, I think. 'In the sleeping dreaming...'?? I suggest you revise that line.
    "she is poetry, she is reason
    she is sleeping through the season
    of winter's heart, in her bloody art
    that she was bleeding from the start"
    ---I love this. The rhymes flowed really well, and it holds a creepy message. Nice
    "sleeping beauty, my Lish queen
    the fallen angel, devilishly unclean"
    ---Again, the word 'lish'.. Or perhaps, it's a name? Is it? But if it was it would've been queen Lish. Hmm..
    "to awaken her to a life of joy
    to the puppet girl so used to being a toy"
    ---Forced rhyme here, but I like the message. She is the 'queen', as you've said throughout the poem, but then, she has always been the 'puppet girl'. I suggest you eradicate a few words in the last line here, so it'll flow better. My suggestion: "as the puppet girl used to being a toy" That would be better.
    "I longed to free her of her hurt, however
    her dreaming went on forever"
    ---I love that you added a persona, neat. And I think you're the only poet here who'd cut a line awkwardly (leaving 'however' on the first line) to make it rhyme and get away with it lol. Great job!
    Hope to read more of this. Keep it up
    -X

    • 11 years ago

      by Mello193

      Yeah ill admit it was a little forced at some points but it was really hard to write coherent and make it somewhat flow. i had to paint this very specific picture and as for the name Lish Queen it is simply (in my world) a name given to a depraved soul. in my world the word Lish means hellish, dirty, ugly, beautiful and lovely all in one. kinda like a sad girl on the street. you may not know what shes crying about but you just wanna hold her and tell her it will all be wonderful one day. and with the word Lish that promise will come true...

  • 11 years ago

    by L

    Sad piece indeed, I like the rhymes that I could spot whin the poem also the repetition on this one was good and your choice of words and tone fits perfectly.

    The title is nice The angel of your darkness. I feel that it goes really well with the content.

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