Angel and Salvation

As the midnight wind blew

The world moved without realization

That between the brink of heaven and hell

Stood an Angel and Salvation


The Angel stood

tears falling from her eyes.

Salvation stared willing a way to bring

Her back from the ledge, from the depths

To heal her and mend her broken wings


She turned her head

to cast a glance

Behind her he prayed and beckoned

Salvation willed the Angel's return

And hoped she'd pause for a second


"This is all willed by god himself"

Salvation whispered to the Angel

"These are games of the devil"

Against Salvation cried the Angel


"Peace I shall bring to thee"

Salvation resolved again

"Peace is laced with bitterness"

The Angel she defended


Pulling from depths of his soul

Salvation slowly relented

"My dearest Angel

let me love you

In that all may be mended"


The Angel

wings battered and defeated

Toes pulled

curled along the edge

Took breath and let bitterness dissolve away

And move she did

further from the ledge


As the midnight wind blew

The world moved without realization

That together in each other's arms

Stood an Angel and Salvation.


Author: Bianca Pagani
Copyrighted by SalvationWriter Publishing 2009

Witching Hour

Set upon the Witching Hour


Neither pauses to think

Across the span of time and space

We stand upon the brink



Illuminated against the pale moonlight

Unwillingly you show your fear

Undeniable is the fact

Your desire to pull me near



Flickering in and out of shadows

My eyes, deep, you see

Smoldering fire within their depths

Of untold passions that can be



A shiver courses over your skin

Internally you fight against

Emotions vying to take control

Growling, you give into torment



My hands began to throb

Gathering the energy you exude

Pooling, drawing power to me

My body I elude



Swiftly I rise in the air

Golden wings spread wide

To circle my fierce Lycan

And fly along his side



Set upon the Witching Hour

Neither pauses to think

A Hawk teaches a Wolf to fly

To cross the span between the brink


Author: Bianca Pagani
Copyrighted by SalvationWriter Publishing 2009

Slow Burn

I can feel it


Breathtaking, magnificent

Tingling, the joy

Wondrous excitement,

Fulfilling dreams of tomorrow

The winds of change blow strong


Overpowering

Overwhelming

Yet I cannot touch it


I can feel it


Simmering, bubbling

Intensifying the pain


Creeping up

Unexpectedly

From the darkest corners

Illuminating the reminder of what is real


Searing inside my flesh

Agonizing, burning

Tearing me apart


A cool breeze soars in

Flames tempered but not snuffed

And the remnants of the burn

Persist


In time the tempest will subside

Air flowing freely

Without restriction

The slow burn extinguished


A bright and beautiful blaze emerges

With the wind to carry it

Spreading across the land


Together

The two forces

Unstoppable


Author: David Gruben
Copyrighted by SalvationWriter Publishing 2009