Angelic_Tears

"If I gave to you, a scarlet rose, would you give me the garden?"

A response:

Angelic_Tears come splashing down,
Burrowing deep within the ground.
From which a scarlet rose has grown.
In a garden she calls her own.
Outside this garden demons race,
To steal the beauty from this place.
Willing to do anything to obtain the prize,
Deceitful plans they have devised.
With eager daggers behind their backs,
They spring upon her in hordes and packs.
While tearing at the Angel's wings,
Lies and blasphemous songs they sing.

From the garden's edge a stranger hears,
The falling of Angelic_Tears.
Without a second thought steps forward,
With a mighty cry draws his sword.
One by one, the demons fall,
Until he had dispatched them all.
His armor now drenched in blood,
From the bodies he cut down where they stood.
The nameless man; the last to stand,
Helps her up with an outstretched hand.

She offers the rose as his reward,
For the great peril he had endured.
The man said, "This thing you ask I can not do,
For the flower's beauty comes from you."
"It will not survive long outside this place,
So far away from your Angelic_Grace."
He touched her face with hands torn and rough,
"For me, this is reward enough."


* A man of great words wrote this for me. Thank you. <3