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Letters (A Unlikely Love Story from A Collection of Letters, supposedly written between an Angel and a Demon)

DefiantCandle17

Summary:

An angel and a demon exchange love letters. Poetry Prose

Chapter 1: Reminiscence

To D

I pray this letter finds you well

And in good health,

And ask only that you are alone

As you read these words of mine

That I have ached to give to you

Yet could only convey in scribbled words

For want of speaking them to you

Face to face.

I remember the first day I saw you,

As our masters met on common ground,

Negotiating an uneasy treaty,

And exchanging gifts of good faith

That neither side would easily be parted from.

Sacred jewels, gems of iridescence

Relics forged from the times before

Changed hands in thankless

Grim ceremony,

And I in attendance could thank the stars

That exchanged words did not grow hot

And be fashioned to blows,

Even though I in secret craved

Some form of unsettlement

One moment of chaos, obscure

And random, to bewilder

The monotony and ill ease in which

Our lieges wove their trade and terms

When I first saw you

You looked so…alone.

So bound in thought by the way your lips were pierced,

Black and as succulent as forbidden fruit.

Your eyes were cold, and brimming with disdain,

And also impatience, with a yearning for something

Familiar yet not within your grasp.

You clearly did not want to be here.

I saw your hair catch the light of the dying day,

The way its shadows crept across your radiant skin,

In contrast to the aura of menace that you

By your sinfully sweet presence exuded,

Pure and light and perfect in your own

Dark and shadowy nature.

And I knew right then and there,

That I wanted you and you alone,

All to myself, selfishly, possessively,

And against my best judgement,

Perhaps, my better nature,

I let myself fall into the beauteous chasm

Of maddening beauty

That was the promise of divine ectasy

Within your piercing cold gaze which

Simmered with infernal passion.

And like a fool I imagined you loving me,

And it being all I would ever need.

There are days that I still do, and want for nothing else,

Then to be held in your arms

Your wanting embrace being met

By my own hold with equal ardour,

Our appetites for each other

Ever growing in lustful competition,

Mirrored only by our passion

For each other’s minds

And the knowledge of our hearts.

And the sound that would be sweeter than heaven

Issuing from our tongues

And mouths in mad, giddying laughter.

Sweetened even more with the brush

Of your lips on my cheek,

And your soft skin warming to my touch.

By heaven, I miss you,

And no beauty in the world

Made by the mind of God

And ministered by His Angels,

Could match the sunrise that blooms

In my heart when I let my unguarded eyes

Wonder in the direction

To catch

The verdant curves and pastures

Of your perfectly sculpted face.

Write to me again, Dear D,

If you feel compelled, do so in secret,

And be careful who sees you, if you should reply,

Your safety, more than my own,

Is what I fear for most,

In this, my first reckless letter.

Hopefully, one day, yours again.

To A,

Your letter found me well,

And per your request, I read this in secret

No prying eyes dare interfere with my business,

Lest they lose them for prying.

My, my, you have a way with words.

You claim to be so filled with your ardour

When you first laid eyes upon me,

Yet I assumed nothing, knew nothing,

From your humble and silent

Personage.

You acted and behaved accordingly

As any well mannered folk

Of your ilk were wont to act.

Well mannered and quiet,

All of you prim and trimmed and proper

Neat and dignified,

That I thought you to simply be

A fool entrapped in repression,

Your true self caged

By the snares of your upbringing

Afraid to do or be or act more than your

Incarcerating rules would allow you to.

Here I stood, under the banners of my lord,

Wishing to return

To my torture of souls

and visit upon them my bloody

Terrible retribution

meting out justice in her finality

upon those whom God had spurned,

Till I looked upon your face,

And all, from the feather-beat of your brothers

To the flickering flames of hell

Fell silent and still

Upon the joining of my eyes upon yours.

If you had remained entrenched

In your shyness, your noble upbringing

Proper and tame in outlook

That hid a passionate love for your fate and servitude,

I perhaps would not have noticed

Until your peering, doting eyes met my bored own,

And never before had I been so transfixed

By the gaze of you filling my world

With such paralysing beauty.

I admit, though my vain pride pains me

To abstain from disclosing as such

That when I first met yours,

So, simple, and sweet

And pure, too, in your own

Innocence filled aura,

I too, to my shame, was spellbound,

By the sincerity of your unmasked gaze

No witchcraft or sorcery

Could cleave my own dark heart

To anything more filled with bliss,

Then that first moment,

And every moment since,

That I looked upon your face,

As brazenly as a thief upon

Stolen treasure.

You surprise me with the bold words, sweet A,

For as you may easily recall,

Your shyness forbade you from demanding action

So it was I who sought you out

Intrigued by that divine flare

That bathed you in luscious wonder

More so than any angelic halo.

And had you, by the iron bars of your prohibiting laws,

Stayed true to the barriers which divided us

Been silent, and killed such dreams of affection

By stoic, barren words,

I would have been seen away,

And silenced in my hunger for you forever more,

But I found you, stole into your quarters

With no regard for rule or border

Declared by our warring states,

And in the discourse that followed,

I found no rejection or stinging words

To ward off my curious advance,

But a sweet lure, bathed in honey

In our gentle wordplay, seeding the

Grounds for a courtship in storm.

You in maddeningly polite conduct

And me like a wretch adoring every word

Of your lilting tongue, the play of

Such pleasing poetry flowing from your lips

And wondering how they would taste against my own,

I am heedless and reckless, and fear nothing

In seeking what I want,

And perhaps for your own benefit that night

You are fortunate I made that first move,

To enter and invade and

Immerse myself in your delightful gaze.

I stole away, elated, dizzy,

Alive to my very bones in my victory,

Little knowing that the blissful waters

I had so wilfully dove in,

Would mire me in a swamp of bliss

And wretched woe.

Yes, A, I remember the day we first met,

And the night after, and many, many nights

After I courted fate’s harsh wares,

And our master’s retribution,

By stepping to our little courtship dance,

But I remember too the pain,

The vile misery that our kind

Brought together would bring

Our sides are too different,

Our minds too opposed,

In our contrasting minds, such opposites

Drew on such wicked, volatile

Alchemy, that saw to the searing

Ecstasy of our union.

That was all our touted bond was,

A meeting of two extremes

That ignited like lightning and kindling,

And nothing more.

Do not pursue this course of action,

A, Do not seek to kindle embers

Long burnt out.

The coals do not still burn.

They are scarred ashen husks

Illuminated by the romantic red flame of

memory.

(Read more at link attached below)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32455576/chapters/80482270

#angels #angel and demon #angelanddemonromance #poetry prose

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