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Darkness, shadows, eternal nothingness,

Emptiness wrought from grief and pain

As he stays kneeling, bowing to Satan’s

Ruthless Angel, forever his slave.

Given up on the light that God hath not shown him,

He allows the shadow of death to knock upon his door.

From birth, angel wings stained black with sin.

No one saintly can save his sorry soul now.

Light is vanquished, corrupted by terror.

Deathly dreams come calling in the night,

Demons dance and pull the strings

Of imagination not so far fetched

That he could not reach out and touch.

It is reality that he doesn’t wish to face

But is forced to replay over and over again.

And even as he screams, hating the sound

Of his own agony ringing in his ears,

The sun never rises for the cries of a blackened heart.



Fire, life, a healer.

Warmth that reaches out to touch him,

Reaches for his bleeding torment.

He tries mightily to resist the allure

Of something he can never have,

But she refuses to listen to his angry yells.

Brick walls come tumbling down, his protection from light broken.

A small circle of sanctuary surrounds her

And he goes to her beckoning arms willingly.

Lost within the fire of her hair, the dark pools of her eyes,

Alluring and beautiful, an earthly angel sent to relieve him

Of his ever lasting torture.

She serves to take it away, his despair suppressed

Only by the glimmer of love he feels

For the first time within his perpetual hell.

She is his sanctity, the thing that takes away his misery.

But where does this pure heart truly lie,

With him or with another future

That lay somewhere beyond the reach of the darkness,

A place full of hopeful, holy, earthly light,

The Goddess of the Earth, calling for her safe return from Satan’s sanctuary.

Still she lingers for him,

Her doubts hindering her ability to cast the shadows away for good.



Holy divinity in another form

Comes born from shadow and sin

Shining as brightly as Heaven’s own golden gates,

A white light so pure that Satan and all his blackness

Flee at the sight, for it will burn and destroy such evil.

As the wings of the angel spread widely to encompass

The hole in time where misery lies,

The white light sings its Heavenly song

And purges the throws of darkness

As Satan yells in anguished, furious cries.

No saintly being should tread within his domain,

Scarred by the worst kind of sin.

He clings to the body of the hopeless, feeding continually from his pain,

A circle of sinister shadows that cannot be vanquished

By His feeble, ridiculous light, oh no.

Salvation for this soul does not exist.



Deep blue eyes marred by a bloody kind of red

Look up into the face of something new and grand.

He knows he is not of that beautiful world

As the Angel of Darkness keeps him in a chokehold,

Threatening to take away more than just his life,

But help him, it calls to what’s left of his soul,

Just as the fiery haired maiden.

This maiden that stood before him now

Was as white as new fallen snow

She was not hot nor cold as she stared back at him

With the same blue eyes that held no blood like his.

Her smile so soft and sweet held no doubt; only hope.

What hope lie for him in waiting?

Why none but the hope of death,

But even that would leave him the same as in life,

Within Satan’s sinful grip.

Deterred not was this angel from a land

That was separate from the human race.

She stepped closer and closer, unafraid of the darkness that lay in wait.



The Angel of Darkness was not his only protector,

For the fiery haired maiden still lingered by his side.

When the angel reached out to touch him, she was shot back, forever denied.

“You shall not pass here, for his heart belongs to me,

His soul with death, and only I can set it free,”

Came the words in earthly tones

As a magic worked from her fingertips

Placing another barrier around his expressionless form.

“Never will you reach him, for his secrets are mine alone.

Turn back while you can, for your presence is useless here.”

These words bore no heed within the angel’s mind.

She glided further still.

Her hand, so pale, reached out to touch his shoulder

And once again was unable.

“Useless is what I said,

So turn back now, go way and far,

For you can do no good for him,”

Came again the words of the fiery maiden.



The angel’s blissful eyes look to the heat and the fire

That watch so faithfully over this hollowed, empty soul,

But without malice or vile within her words,

She spoke easily to the stranger.

“Your words, I fear, hold no meaning for me,

For what have you done but blacken him further?

You show him hope, but never free him,

For shadows cloud your own heart.

I say it is only I who may set him free from this unholy state,

Not you, oh Earthly Being so grand.

Help him, you have, but save him you cannot,

So step aside and let me see what havoc has brought.”



A sword singed with a protector’s wrath is thrust before the angel.

“Back, I say again, back to the light of your God.

I’ve seen more than you of this man and of this world,

And it is I who hold the key to release him from the shackles of his pain.”



“Then do it, if you are able,” sings the angel, high and mightily.

“Yet I sense doubts within your crying heart,

You long so greatly to run from your duty,

But love is what makes you stay.

Key or no key, the hopelessness I see inside you

Won’t allow you to pick that lock.

It is I who can show him the day.”

She tries once more to open that door

That imprisons him unsafely inside,

Yet again the protector’s sword is thrust upon her.



“Enough of this foolishness,” says she, the angel from above.

“I have come to bring him back to God’s sanctity,

Yet you betray him by not letting him go.

So by will or by force, you will hand him over

To let him see the light.

Release him now, or lest we shall fight.”



The dark eyes of the Earth

Bore into the blue eyes of Heaven.

She would not back down.

Her blade poised in her outstretched arm,

She would rather fight and die

Than let him be taken from her.



“So be it,” cries the angel, a tear glistening upon her cheek,

And as it fell, features became no more

As she was consumed wholly by the light.

A white form within holy divinity, save for that circle of blackness about him,

Another song is sung, the howls ringing like church bells

Praying the Holy Ghost‘s song.

The purest form of the angel,

A wolf, wings and coat so crisp and clean and white,

The eyes bluer than blue

That put shame to the stars of the night.

Another attempt to sanction release

From this awful, dreadful prison

Ends with the blade of the Earth

Sending her back once again.

“You leave me no choice, if it’s a battle you want.

A battle of light, then, shall be fought.

You of the Earth,

And I of the Heavens,

Only one of us shall win,

And the winner will be free

To eliminate his sin.”



“Then bare your arms, fight me, for I’ll show you no mercy.

No fear from you is born in me.

I’ll be all that his soul needs.”

The dagger, a yard in length so named a sword,

Is swung forth and the snow white wolf

Sidesteps and slinks around the Earthly body,

Yet the maiden is as quick as she.

A spin lands the blade at the wolf’s shoulder,

But a blood silver as the moon only falls to the ground,

Strengthening her power, yet weakening her body.

A leap for the hair of flames is stopped by the sword

And the jaws of the holy animal lock around the blade.

Swinging the sword of worldly fate,

Again the beast is thrown back,

Further away from the object of her potential victory.

She looks to the forgotten form that kneels still,

Bowing to those deepening shadows as they slowly creep into the light,

But are held back by the silver line of blood trailing

From where the wolf had been

To where she stood now, gazing upon her goal.



Silently, the holy creature steps toward him

When a new form of attack comes from the lady of the earth,

A power that stops the wolf within her tracks and pushes her away

From what the earth refuses to relinquish.

With another slash of the blade, the beast finds the will to jump,

Leaping deftly for the face of the beloved fire

That had brought the condemned his only form of happiness.

Thrown back by the power of the organic world,

The blade comes down upon the belly of the fallen beast,

Spilling the silver blood of the angels.

The wolf lay motionless, her jaws open in a kind, understanding smile,

Knowing that the Earthly maiden meant well.

In truth, she would be the key to the angel’s victory.

As the maiden slashes, she knows not what she does.

The angel grows weaker, her life seeming to diminish

While the light pools upon the ground, flowing toward the sinful hold

Which Satan has upon the slowly dying man.



Satan yells as the holy, silver blood burns him,

Forcing him to withdraw his blackened tentacles

From the man that he holds so close to hell itself.

But unwilling is the Fallen Angel

To let the Him win and take back his child,

Adopted by the eminent darkness.

He is mightier than God and he will keep hold of his spawn,

Never will he back down.

Another anguished cry as he sees the blood

Leave his prisoner’s eyes,

The Heavenly blue returning,

The true color of his nearly dead soul.

He looks upon the holy creature

With a sort of understanding love.

Her faith had touched his heart,

Or what remained of it in the emptiness of his coming death

Should he remain trapped with the Devil at his back.



His eyes met those of the holy creature,

A thin smile touching his lips.

Helpless looked that angel, but why did he know different?

He called to her with an outstretched arm and an open palm

And the white beast seemed to smile.

The fiery maiden stopped her thrashing

At the lost soul’s summons to the thing that lay weak before her.

She could not disobey her protectee’s wishes.

If it pleased him, she would let him have what he desired.

She let the pathetic animal rise to it’s silver blood covered paws

And trod slowly, limping, to the man with newfound hope in his eyes.

Her soft muzzle lay gently in his palm and his smile grew wider slightly,

An unknown comfort taking hold of what was left of him

And allowing him to grow stronger.

He stroked the soft fur of the angel dog

As her wings spread once again,

And the Devil screeched a hideous cry,

Running to the Earth for help.



The Earth looked on with envy.

Too close had the angel come.

And how? She asked,

How was it possible

That such a weak, pathetic creature

Could reach to touch the damned.

Too close, too close, she said again,

And this time raised her sword

As the Devil guided her hand.

This miserable cur would not hinder her ability

To save the wretch from Satan’s bile.

Too close, too close, and a thrash of the sword

Sent the white wolf into a spiral.

Landing in a pool of sticky silver,

The dog lay there, unmoving, but not shocked.

She had expected quite a fight

And her resolve would not be rocked.

As she watched, the Earthly maiden

Stepped softly to the damned,

Kneeled beside him and wrapped her arms around him,

Keeping him away from her guiding hand.

He didn’t need Heaven,

He needed the Earth

To save him from himself

And to pluck him from the Devil’s little games.



Deterred? Not in the slightest,

So again, the angel regains her feet.

She watches as the Earth kisses his face

And holds him close to her still beating heart.

Staggering, the angel rises, and again goes for him,

And again she is shot back.

This will not do, not at all,

She would win his favor back.

“Try as you may,” said the woman of Earth and fire,

“But you cannot reach his soul.

You may have touched his heart, just slightly,

But it’s only to me his secrets are told.”



Paying no heed, the wolf stands her ground,

Asking God silently for the will to do what she came to accomplish.

She steadies herself, then runs full force

To the man she must save

In the arms of a kind-hearted enemy.

She hits the barrier cast up by the love

Between the two and falls back yet again hopelessly.

But hopelessness never washes over divinity such as this,

So once more, she leaps and sours.

The Earthly maiden, so confident, now sees that to her horror

The angel is stronger than she first thought

And can and will break that barrier.

It cracks and shatters

Beneath the holy paw

Of the pure white beast sent to extinguish the darkness

And it is by her doing, he will be released.



One last effort, to stop her in her tracks.

The fire hair swirls around the virgin of the Earth

As she stands proud and tall for one last showdown.

She raises her mighty sword

And flings it out before her,

But yet to her dismay, those jaws of holy rays

Clasp down upon the blade,

And this time they crack it in two

Before the white wolf jumps away.

The end of the sword hit’s the ground and sinks

Into a pool of silver blood.

And as the maiden strikes with what’s left of the weapon,

It becomes stuck within the body

Of the holy beast.

It cries and howls a song of pain and prayer

As it staggers back in agony

And the blood that pours from the angel wolf’s body

Serves to disintegrate the relic

Embedded within her bones.



Her wings outstretch,

Calling for help

From her Lord and her Savior above the Heavens.

The Earthly maiden watches and waits,

Sure she’s won the battle.

A smile of triumph crosses her delicate features.

Surely it won’t survive,

That poor, pathetic creature.

But alas, again to her dismay,

The wolf howls and a light shines brighter than before,

Blessed by His power and greatness.



This was it; the maiden was done,

She’d been beaten now for sure.

She fell to her knees while the angel

Regained her strength and stood tall.

Then without resistance, she walked majestically forward

Into the arms of the damned,

The blood spilling into his hands,

And the Devil screamed in anguish.

This couldn’t be, his eternal damnation

Was about to be destroyed.

The silver covered the body of the wretch, releasing him from the dark

As tears fell from the eyes of the angelic creature,

Changing back into a girl again

And washing away the sin.



“My wish was for you to be free,

And now you are, my love.

He cannot hurt you if you remain in my arms,

Remain in my heart with me.

Pay no heed to Satan’s screams,

You are your own man, you are free,

So cast aside your past and pride

And step into the light with me.”

As the world turns, revolving around the sun, the seasons change. The air turns chill, the flowers die with frost, the grass and the trees lay dormant until spring comes again. The snow falls to the ground in white sheets and the sun no longer heats the earth, only serves as a reminder for better, warmer days. The moon seems to compliment the snow, never the sun. The rain isn’t even welcome in this cold time of the year.



For rain brings sadness. Sadness isn’t wanted within the crystalline world of winter. Winter is a time for the lonely to thrive in loneliness, to delve deep into themselves and be lost within a world of emptiness, void of life. Oddly, this makes the lonely feel free, not trapped. The snow is their companion, their friend. With every fleck that falls to the ground, adding another layer to the blanket of death, they feel the need to run further into their desolate hearts and leave all true company.



She sits at her window, watching the snow dive to meet the earth and as she does, she wants nothing more than to follow the dream of the lonely. She wants to escape everything but her loneliness. Closing her eyes, she reaches within her self to the spirit within. No one was home, but even if they were, this wouldn’t stop her. She had to leave this place. It was time that she got away from all of it and ran somewhere where she could live the life she was meant to lead, at least for a little while.



She turned away from the window and began the process of leaving the girl everyone believed her to be behind. Her clothes hit the floor and her foolish thoughts were left with them as she made her way to the outside world. Stepping out into the snow, her fully exposed body unfazed by the cold, nipping air, she stands out in the middle of the field, looking up to the sky before closing her eyes, begging to be taken away. She couldn’t live like this anymore. She had to forget; to move forward and to never look back.



Her hair was whipped around her face and shoulders as she outstretched her arms, welcoming the numbing sensation without feeling the burn of the winter wind, though her skin began to turn red almost instantly. Her breath caught in the air and swirled around her as she inhaled deeply, then exhaled. This was it.



She walked forward, her bare feet treading softly upon the snow, any imperfections of her body meaningless to her now. The trees beckoned to her, so she went to them willingly, bare of all their clothing as she was. Sin had no weight upon her heart when she thought of this. It wouldn’t matter. She would not be this way much longer.



As she stepped closer and closer to her destination, she became less and less human. Any numbness that she felt was dispelled little by little as a new clothing came to cover her, granting more warmth than she’d ever felt before. Soon she was walking, not on two legs, but four. Her ears swiveled, hearing nothing but the silence and the padding of her own paws upon the frozen earth. She could feel everything beneath her, every little vibration, everything that hid underground-she sensed it all. And when she opened her eyes at last, she was not blind…



Her coat was as white as the snow, her eyes a blue-gray like the sky. The flakes that fell from the clouds landed upon her fur and she shimmered and sparkled as much as the rest of the ice-covered world around her. Her head was held high, her tail flowing behind her, her eyes focusing on the forest. With every stride, her gait quickened.



It wasn’t long before she was running. Running away from everything that she’d never been a part of. Everything that she’d never meant a damn thing to. Everything that held pain. She was running from it. And she would never, ever return.



Her jaws opened, panting as she sprinted through the miles of empty, desolate field before her. Her eyes were wild. Her anger would diminish, and so would her sadness and her heartache. None of it would matter any longer. Her heart pumped dangerously as she spurred herself forward, thinking how wonderful it was to finally be alive, to finally not have to feel worthless within a useless human life which had never done one good thing for her. She hated humans. She hated being human. Why stay confined to a living prison if you lived to die another day? Why be chained to an existence that held nothing for her? Why suffer when she could be what she really wanted to be.



Free.



Alone.



She growled bitterly as she thought of how long she’d wasted. How long she’d been outcasted and had forced herself to live within that hell. She was so much better off this way. Thinking about her human prison, she felt angry again. As she reached the trees at last, their branches laden with ribbons of white crystals, she let a lust created by her anger take over her thoughts. She could feel what lived hidden within this seeming emptiness and she would find it.



And she would have no human remorse for what she did.



She stopped and took inventory of her senses and her surroundings. She let her nose do all her work for her. She could smell it. The hot flesh of a varmint somewhere around here. The blood that ran within the pathetic creature that she knew would be no match for her. She had to force herself not to growl, lest she give away her position. She padded forward slightly, her nose drifting from one side to the other, hunting the creature.



At last…There it was. It had moved slightly. It would try to run…She faced forward, though her target was directly to her right. When it made a dash, thinking it would be safe, she spun and jumped it, her jaws wrapping around it’s thick, fur lined neck. A snap. Blood dripped from her prey as its legs gave a futile kick, then went limp.



And that was how easy it was for her to leave her human past behind her. With the death of a single rabbit, it signified the death of her pathetic existence as a worthless human girl. She wouldn’t be held back by emotions or duties any longer. She would be free.



She dropped the dread, motionless animal and set to eating it with little effort. The blood stained her jaws and face and she enjoyed the taste of it, leaving her in ecstasy. She wanted more, but she couldn’t stay here either. She wanted to be much, much further from civilization. Because beyond these trees, back in the direction she’d just come, beyond that field she’d just walked through, was her old home; a place she wore to never return to.



Who would miss her anyway? Her mother perhaps, but no one else would care. It didn’t bother her.



She walked by herself now. Now? She always had. It was no different than before. Only difference was that she wouldn’t have to be reminded of how she was neither wanted or needed. She wouldn’t have to be reminded of how little she meant to that world she’d called home for so long.



She left the carcass of the dead rabbit behind as she ran again, this time to a far away place where no man could ever find her. She wouldn’t even try to find a pack. She would go somewhere where her kind was welcome, but she would not dare find a pack to join. She walked alone. Always. There was no greater destiny for her.