“All the things, come back to you”…

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The Angel’s decent, strangely began…
In a random encounter with a Chinese man…

Who spoke quietly, all about his life…
The trauma, the troubles and all his strife…

About how he fought for everything…
Before he taught his soul to sing…

Steven Tyler sang as she went on her way…
“Dream on” were the words she heard him say…

“All the things, come back to you”…
Was the warning in this surreal tune…

But the Angel didn’t listen to that warning…
Her course was set until the morning…

And with the wind beginning to build…
The night air was becoming strangely filled…

With the scent of something so unknown…
And into turmoil she was utterly thrown…

As the eyes of a Demon came into view…
It was one of those moments that feels so true…

Burns down to the core of your very soul…
The spine-tingling moment you lose control…

She looked at him and he stared at her…
For just one second she would honestly swear…

There was a point of connected clarity…
And from that moment, she could not see…

Blind and powerless he led the dance…
She began floating in a half dazed trance…

Wandering down life’s darkened street…
And in an instant she felt the heat…

Of Hell’s burning flames calling out…
As her head was filled with thoughts of doubt…

But the Demon was much too strong…
She became enchanted by his sweet songs…

He held her in his powerful sway…
Through winding streets and alley ways…

He intoxicated the rain filled air…
Yet by his side, she just didn’t care…

The Demon tempted and pointed to drink…
As she began to fall, she began to sink…

The world she knew just melted away…
Reality blurred, with no hint of dismay…

As fallen Angels began setting their traps…
Under the cold moonlight, she collapsed…

And became a different version or three…
The kind she’d never let the real world see…

Jumping from one planet onto another…
It was only then that she discovered…

Something so different, something so refined…
And in a stolen moment, lips intertwined…

As the world around faded from view…
She forgot everything she thought she knew…

And whilst Hell’s fire burned bright and Red…
The Demon invited her into his bed…

But at the point of no return…
As the Devil danced and the flames did burn…

The Chinese man once again appeared…
This time older, with a Grey beard…

Said “Wait, it’s not too late,
Don’t give in and become this Demon’s first mate.
All is not as it seems,
Free yourself from this Demon’s dream”…

The words struck deep into her heart…
And she & the Demon, did reluctantly part…

When she awoke to face the new day…
She lay there wondering what to say…

It had felt like the most vivid dream…
And she let out the most silent scream…

Her soul now scarred and ripped forever…
But with little remorse as she ascended to Heaven…

The Chinese man never again returned…
But his words carried deep into her soul and burned…

Now Steven Tyler keeps singing his haunting song…
Whilst the Demon sits in Hell, where he belongs…

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“She was, an American girl”…

Wishing all my American readers a very Happy Fourth of July…

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The electrical storm…
Raged high overhead…

Deep in the night…
As she lay in her bed…

Piercing the darkness…
Lighting up the sky…

Like a firework display…
On the Fourth of July…

Her dreams in tatters…
Something had died…

There was nothing left…
Behind tear-stained eyes…

Just a wall of silence…
And a vast black void…

A haunting reminder…
Of what she destroyed…

As her venomous tongue…
Fired arrows, sharp & twisted…

She lost all control…
But as the red mist lifted…

She realised the hurt…
And saw all his wounds…

But was unable to recover…
Knew they were doomed…

Destroying any trust…
That had once flourished…

Broke his kind heart…
That she once cherished…

And pushed him away…
Built so many walls…

Till he finally craved solitude…
Time away from it all…

As he’d forgiven so much…
So many of her mistakes…

But this time was different…
And he had to escape…

So he left in the rain…
Running far, far away…

Leaving her broken…
Filled with regret & dismay…

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“Would you really want me in the light of day”…

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She’ll never let you know…
And never let you see…

Hiding in the shadows…
An imperfect mystery…

Refusing to tell you…
As you’d never understand…

The dark, sinful cravings…
Ignited by your hand…

The raging fire it starts…
Deep within her soul…

It’s no longer a game…
It’s out of all control…

Leaving her breathless…
And floating in space…

Just one fleeting touch…
Pushes her into disgrace…

Painting vivid pictures…
Inside her sweet head…

In a parallel world…
As she lies in her bed…

One that only exists…
Outside of her reality…

A place she escapes to…
Amidst all the insanity…

Where time stands still…
And the rainbows shine…

Where nobody notices…
The severity of her crimes…

And each fallen angel…
Turns a blind eye…

Providing forgiveness…
Under a dark black sky…

And she keeps it covered…
Out of plain sight…

It’s her constant struggle…
And her daily fight…

To keep it all hidden…
Distracting what you see…

But shrouded in the shadows…
She’s alone and so empty…

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Amazing art work by http://mbhenriksen.deviantart.com/art/They-Hide-in-the-Shadows-468450661

“Don’t you try, to bend him until he breaks”…

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Eyes are burning…
Fired with anger…

The danger levels…
Now red, not amber…

Questioning sanity…
Running from it all…

When Karma strikes…
The mighty will fall…

In a game of chess…
Where winners lose…

And the taste of victory…
Simply lights the fuse…

Causing destruction…
Heartache and pain…

Where nothing survives…
Or will ever be the same…

And cruel words spoken…
Leave permanent scars…

Infecting with a poison…
Blacking out the stars…

Allowing the darkness…
To once again descend…

And open the void…
Where reality bends…

In a story that grows…
Into distorted fiction…

With a final chapter…
Laced with friction…

But deceiving the reader…
And hiding the truth…

It wasn’t always this way…
But there is no proof…

Only the present…
The here and the now…

Where lightning strikes…
And the characters row…

Always striving for…
The very last word…

Whilst the heart of the matter…
Remains twisted and blurred…

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“Don’t you try, to bend him until he breaks”…

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Eyes are burning…
Fired with anger…

The danger levels…
Now red, not amber…

Questioning sanity…
Running from it all…

When Karma strikes…
The mighty will fall…

In a game of chess…
Where winners lose…

And the taste of victory…
Simply lights the fuse…

Causing destruction…
Heartache and pain…

Where nothing survives…
Or will ever be the same…

And cruel words spoken…
Leave permanent scars…

Infecting with a poison…
Blacking out the stars…

Allowing the darkness…
To once again descend…

And open the void…
Where reality bends…

In a story that grows…
Into distorted fiction…

With a final chapter…
Laced with friction…

But deceiving the reader…
And hiding the truth…

It wasn’t always this way…
But there is no proof…

Only the present…
The here and the now…

Where lightning strikes…
And the characters row…

Always striving for…
The very last word…

Whilst the heart of the matter…
Remains twisted and blurred…

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“I thought I heard the captain’s voice”…

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The captain’s voice echoed…

Across the stormy sea…

Skimming the cruel waves…

A last desperate plea…

He’d battled sea monsters…

Sea devils and demons…

Fought Neptune’s storms…

And lost all his crew men…

But now he stood there…

Exhausted and alone…

After one final challenge…

Before setting for home…

As she’d got in his head…

And infected his brain…

With an invisible madness…

That drove him insane…

Hearing her quiet whispers…

In the blackness of the night…

Seeing strange dark shadows…

In the cold pale moonlight…

And convinced he saw her…

In the corners of his eyes…

This Queen of the Mermaids…

Who’d hypnotised his mind…

She’d become his obsession…

He had needed to see more…

He was desparate to hold her…

Before heading back for shore…

So he’d set out to find her…

In the midst of a great storm…

But with no stars to guide him…

He ended up lost and forlorn…

In the midst of the oceans anger…

And waves climbing so high…

He now clings to the mast…

With tears in his eyes…

Standing there calling…

Her name out to sea…

Where nobody can help him…

Or hear his last plea…

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“Pale shadow of a woman, Black widow”…

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When she tightens her grip…
And steals their last breath…

When she sucks out their soul…
Condemning them to death…

When she reaches the point…
Where there is no return…

And the angels are screaming…
Whilst Hell’s fires burn…

Only then does she feel it…
Overcome by the emotion…

A divine sexual power…
With the force of the ocean…

That washes over her body…
Sends her to a higher plane…

With such incredible sensations…
She’s at a loss to explain…

Transporting her to a place…
Where rules don’t exist…

Where she is the lawmaker…
Empowered by a divine kiss…

That fuels this addiction…
Leaves her thirsting for more…

Because the highs don’t last…
And she soon drops to the floor…

But caught up in that moment…
Her orgasms are incredible…

Like a Goddess among mortals…
She feels so indestructible…

Because it turns her on…
Makes her feel so very bad…

Delivering death to her victims…
Is the best sex she’s ever had…

Before cleaning up the scene…
Then stealthily moving on…

Seeking out her next victim…
Like an elegant White swan…

Looking for any opportunity…
Furiously plotting her next attack…

And now she’s tasted the fire
She will never turn back

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“You lose your grip and then you slip into the masterpiece”…

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He was running out of time…
And heading for the stars…

His conscience was heavy…
And his heart full of scars…

He was losing his mind…
Detaching from cruel reality…

His head spinning around…
And verging on insanity…

A kaleidoscope of colours…
Began infecting his sight…

With such distorted visions…
That lit up his final night…

As a girl sat next to him…
Started speaking fluent French…

Edging closer and closer…
On a cold wooden bench…

She had the Devil in her eyes…
Was not making any sense…

As the Angels and Demons…
Began their hallucinating dance…

With Twenty serpents in her hair…
And a fire between her thighs…

Her pointed words held no truth…
Just perfectly constructed lies…

That snaked into his ears…
Forcing him to stop and listen…

As the snow started falling…
And the shimmering frost glistened…

Under a witching midnight moon…
Who watched his dream unfold…

But didn’t offer any escape…
Didn’t offer to stop his world…

From spinning round and round…
At a million miles an hour…

As her tongue entered his mouth…
Leaving him spellbound by the power…

Of a Thousand kisses deep…
That ripped into his soul…

While this dream descends into chaos…
And he finally loses control…

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Song suggested by Kwon Sang Seung…

“I’m going down in a blaze of glory”…

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Hands tied and bound…

Tight behind his back…

He never saw it coming…

Such a stealthy attack…

They came out of nowhere…

Taking him by surprise…

Now they simply stand there…

Accusing him of lies…

He’s tied on to a post…

Built upon branches from trees…

And the scent filling his nose…

Is petroleum on the breeze…

Coming under interrogation…

In this kangaroo court…

There is no judge or jury…

There’ll be no afterthought…

Each refusal to answer…

Brings the ending nearer…

He’s trying to be strong…

Yet inside he’s full of fear…

As the baying pack mentality…

Want his blood to be spilled…

And a swift conclusion…

That will see him killed…

Sending out a message…

To their perceived enemies…

That they are in charge…

In order that nobody sees…

Any chink of weakness…

Within their armoury…

Because swift retribution…

Is what this will be…

But he stands strong…

In the face of their hatred…

Knowing that his life…

Will soon be terminated…

And his soul will ascend…

Wearing a fallen heroes crown…

As the strike of just one match…

Begins the final countdown…

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amazing art by http://severeene.deviantart.com/art/Burnt-at-the-stake-28763854

“But how I weep for those who’ve gone”…

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Listen to their voices…

Feel their twisted screams…

A million painful stories…

Wrapped up in horrific dreams…

Carved out by distant dead…

These tales of travellers past…

Etched into our Earths rock…

With images that last…

Of a world that blackened…

As the sun sank into the sea…

Leaving just a darkness…

Within the forests and the trees…

Allowing all the demons…

To reach out and stake a claim…

Infecting like some virus…

The weak and the lame…

Preying on the fearful…

That were ripe for pillaging…

Taking an iron clad grip…

Projecting evil imagery…

Into hearts and minds…

Tearing into every soul…

Removing any innocence…

And assuming full control…

In-between the void…

Where fear and love collide…

Opening up the door…

Where the Devil himself resides…

With the dwarf and the giant…

Who are one and the same…

And the church of no religion…

Is a sanctuary for the insane…

But leaving no escape…

For the beaten and the damned…

Who told their haunting stories…

On stones across our land…

Those who saw it happen…

And left hand written warnings…

That evil still walks amongst us…

In the half light of each morning…

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