On the Nature of Waiting

Kick me if I'm corny. I guess that this is an overused theme, the devil falling for an angel. Still, I can't resist. XD

It’s been a long time

Of chasing after pages

From books thought of

But not written

And sewing my lips shut

In keeping with the stoic, immovable rocks.

I come from the place of eternal fires

(Or maybe perhaps just a little too much heat)

And you come from what is forbidden

To creatures such as I.

Is your halo skewed lopsidedly now,

Or does it still stand in perfect symmetry

Above your furrowed brow?

Is your white linen as impeccable

Or has it fallen victim to the inanities of

Ketchup and mustard?

Mundaneness has kept you chained

Longer than heavenly decrees

Or demonic threats could.

But I can only guess,

Since it has been a decade

And six millennia

Of dodging wraths holy and sinister

To ever see past the fumes of

Incense and brimstone

And say that you have changed.

 

Author's Note

Please be honest. I'd appreciate it.

Reviews

[Gheeneil]

Overused, yes. But, it is still interesting. Perhaps, anything forbidden is. Anyway, I like these lines:

Is your halo skewed lopsidedly now,
Or does it still stand in perfect symmetry
Above your furrowed brow?

Such is a wicked mind. Dark and beautiful!