FallenNike

The honored and the wicked, Both hung upon a string, Fate begins to hound them, Of unspoken, unseen things, While Angels twist and braid, Weaving sin into our minds, Oh Gabriel, Oh Gabriel, Why must this world be blind? Released were Heaven's dogs, Baring teeth and golden armor, Mercy, cry the people, Praying to their God, But once the leash is broken, Not one may be called back, Humanity is dying, At the hands of the God they preach. -FallenNike

Woman A rose that's got its thorns to tightly wrapped around its stem, Like a viper without poison, Like a flame that's been shot by winter's wind, The hellishous taste of wine in its prime toasting year, A sense that something evil, Is lurking oh so near, Like silk that has aged, Rough edges on its tips, But what lies beneath the roughness is what makes it tick, Stone tablets with a message, Written long ago, Beneath the sands it hinders, Like a long forgotten snow, But if you take a closer look, Beneath its sharp rough thorns, You would see its not her fault, Her rose has just been worn. -Savannah M. 01-07-08