Off the Deep End

These are the aimless thoughts of a hungry little alien who's actually old enough to get a job and get marrried. The writer's a little bit off the deep end, or so to speak. Anyway, she thinks she's an alien and she's just been sent to Earth to research on the mysteries of human behavior. She loves ice cream and chicken curry. (Of course, she puts them on separate dishes. Otherwise, hell's bells shall toll.)

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Feelin' poetic... sorta...

Just what it said in the title. I don't have much to write about since I just exercised my mind on making a grueling story about good and evil in a message board. So I don't want to write any long stuff. i'm just being addicted to my favorite fallen angel now. Lucifer. So I'll just make a poem for him now... I do hope that no one takes me for a Satanist or something...

The Fire of the Heavens rises
the Sun brings forth a new day...
The birth of the Fallen Star
and the blackened wings
of a crippled celestial child...
And the sadness ripples forth
from the hearts of angels...
music to one's ears.
But the Hands of Time
cannot return
the Fallen One
on his pedestal.
And the Sorrow pours forth.
Lucifer sings...
an endless song of Lamentation.


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