The Incubus and The Angel
Featuring Emilyinthepool
In the beginning there was infatuation
Of the truest form
One participant clad with halo
The other Demon Horns…
Our love transcends dimensions
Souls separated by an ancient war
She knows the heights of Heaven
I am doomed to Hell's unpleasant warmth
I would recant the long spoken allegiance
Immediately and on command
If it led to the promise
Of her fleeting, faultless hand
I long to meet her in the mortal plain
Where our master's influence wanes
But these chance meetings are never enough
I find myself alone; with obsessive thoughts
Of my Angel's name
There’s a section for sinners, between St. Peter’s and Paul’s
Those dimensions are nothing but translucent walls
Your dictator knows, the gaps and the holes
are portals we pass through, to reclaim the souls
I met you in Eras of bygones past
You were my lover, my first and my last
We both walked on land then, as husband and wife
But for riches and greed you ended my life
Satan, your savior, tempted you cleverly
Then God punished him, by taking your memory
Still the ache for you bellows tremendously
Throughout my demonic form
Your voice is the splinter in my mind
Your face a deeply entrenched thorn
In my heart
I knew from the Genesis that our start
Would be marked by pain and wanting
Heaven’s harps have never been so taunting
Demons aren’t known for soft feelings or lost loves
Yet still I find in my days of tormenting
That which I truly long for is high above
The clouds
Lucifer has punished me many times for crying aloud
Of how I would recant my allegiance
If only to reunite with you now
A splinter comes, from earth and wood
The ache you feel, you know you should
Demonic forms and deep trenched thorns
in hearts of Glass, are just more storms
They’re not your norm
In Genesis, God took a break, looked at what he made
He finished work, blessed it all, that was the seventh day
He loved you then, I love you still.
That’s not our start. Set you apart from pain.
Set you apart from wanting.
Heavens harps don’t do hauntings.
And demons have feelings of love, for lost souls.
Even if it is their own.
We feel you, we hear you, we soften the blow,
Of torment in hell, waging the war
The love that you long for is truly not gone.
Why else would you look?
You had me called on.
High in the cloud, above rain, above fear
Look at our hybrid halo appear
Lucifer feeds off your food, and hates it when you cry
He hates it when you turn your back to take another side
Allegiance is, to my God, the heavens, and the Saints
Recant your ways, take my hand, reunite in yesterday
And though The Incubus tried
To break free from Satan's spell
He could not free himself from the chains
Which locked his broken frame in Hell
God's Grace was lost
The instant the ultimate choice was made
His Angel cries tears
Upon every eve of his ancient mistake
Saddened that he didn't know the cost
Of siding with the Son of the Morning
Would be the truest love
Forsaken
The End
Truth
Emilyinthepool
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