The Angel In Corset

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the riddles of love.

Submitted: November 30, 2011

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The angel in corset insists

But who will survive the glare

The romantic mists midnight twist

Or the evil empowering flare

Yin and yang, but yang is dead

If yang is gone than yin must dread

Forthcoming though the demon sings

'A diamond struggles through her wings

And when I seek the truth, be it nigh

I shall rise throughout the sky

All mortals shall serve the depths of hell

Escorla, Escorla tis you I compel'

The angel in corset insists

But who will survive the glare

The romantic mists midnight twist

Or the evil empowering flare

The wandering warlock floats through the clouds

The wise old urchin seeps through the shrouds

'Almighty gods and godess's we must fight

For tis Escorla of whom we beseech delight'

As the sun begins to set and darkness fills the sky

All higher beings continue to fret

But Escorla hides amidst some rye

The angel in corset insists

But who will survive the glare

The romantic mists midnight twist

Or the evil empowering flare

The wandering warlock's powers run dry

The wise old urchin can no longer try

For beyond their knowledge misery persists

Within her wisdom should Escorla resist

She searches through her wings in despair

Uncoveres a diamond beneath

Her longing dissapears as she enters his lair

'Come hither, my love to the heath'

'Tis the demon Escorla'

he chants with mockery that wise old powerlesscreature

'Escorla, Escorla he seeks your delightIm sure as I know this feature

Are you sure your wise enough to deny the purity of good and great'

Escorla speaks calmly to the wandering warlock

Her word sorrowful yet full of hate;

'Dear warlock good and great is no balance for this is my true fate'

The angel in corset insists

But who will survive the glare

The romantic mists midnight twist

Or the evil empoering flare

The tears of love flood the Earth from Escorla and the demon

For love between such opposites is frowned apon like treason

The demon rises unto the skies

Escorla protects the earthlings

Singing enchanted lullabies

Tending to their dwellings

The demon glares as he rises

But is it a glare of love ridden despair

He turns to Escorla-she who despises

'In evil must you be faithless

I cannot desire a soul more than yours

For tis love that I confess

And all I long for is within loves shores'

The demon, ashamed peers around for witness's

awaiting response or hypnosis

Escorla is compelled for eternity

As the diamond is placed on her finger

Tears no longer flood mother Earths maternity

She and the demon may linger

The balance of good and evil is bliss

As she and the demon share a longed after kiss

The angel in corset insists

But who will survive the glare

The romantic mists midnight twist

Or the evil empowering flare?


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