Her tattered wings spread out with magnificence. Her eyes stare at me with an extreme fire. An eternal fire. A fire that scares me, yet intrest me .Her body is earthreal, but her soul is of my realm. Her mind is filled with pain and suffering, but not as bad as mine. For I am death and she my angel.
My heart's content is filled with aspects of her. No, not her beauty. That aspect of her seems to evade me. But her wisdom, laughter, and thoughts fill me. Fill me with a strange sense. A sense I can not comprehend.
Her thoughts invade my defensive walls of my grim mind. Her emotions sip through the small cracks of my walls.
They get in and tear down my wall from the core.The wall which blocks everyone but her. I could kill anyone but her. I have failed to be death.I can not hold my ground against this my morbid angel.