The Setting Sun

Sorry I haven't blogged much. Writing about other things is so hard when I got something else bothering the crap out of me, so I'm going to write about this thing that has been on my mind first so I can finally let go of it. If your expecting something about literacy... this isn't the right blog. This is just something personal, a daymare, so don't waste your time reading it.

I have this image in my head that been haunting me.
An epic dance...
Surrounded by celestial bodies, stars glowing all around, like colorful fireflies

There was a beautiful angel
Robed in white, trimmed with gold, along with an accent cloth of blue-gray.
This angel had a face of perfection, soft skin, kind eyes.
Despite the angel's greatness, pearl white wings spreading out like massive sails
Yet there was a humbleness, a shyness, no one can compare.

And there was a demon
Bare and naked with some red flesh exposed where skin was torn off
He could not hide his awful self behind anything
Scale-covered skin that felt like sandpaper, a sharp tongue that can cut, and a temper of fire
And wings of broken bones, scabs and dried blood, flying with the pain of his past sufferings

They locked eyes. A desire grew.
The sun over takes the setting, rising and burning a brilliant yellow
Angel and demon, flapped their wings, circling each other
Like a courtship dance of butterflies
The sun was moving up as the dance proceeded, growing brighter and brighter
And the two would flutter up along with the warm sun
Then the demon convinced that their hearts have connected through this epic dance
He reached out and grabbed the angel into his arms.
The angel kissed the demon. Then the demon took the angel.
But then a voice trembled throughout the universe and consciousness, of treachery and betrayal,
The sun fell glowing red and purple, like a dieing heart, pulsating with synchronized flares
The demon was afraid of the sunset
The angel was more afraid of the voice, and quickly took the angelic heart back from the demon
As the demon scurried in awkward flight towards the falling star
The demon, in a panic and a frenzy, knew that his hands were bare,
Yet he still flew under the sun and pushed against it with all his might,
Trying to stop the sun from setting
In his efforts to keep the sun high and bright, his body burned into a crisp
He endured more pain and suffer than in all of his awful life
Just so he can dance with his beautiful angel still

The angel was terrified, flew off, leaving the demon behind
And in hand were both the hearts of the demon and the angel
As the angel was guided home by another angel... the demon died
His body turned into ash, and then his heart exploded in the hands of the angel
Hurting the dear angel and tainting the angel with blood splatters
The angel took the broken pieces of the heart and tossed it aside
A bad memory that the angel did not want to keep
And the angels flew away into the heavens together

The angel and demon were no more
A love that was divided by stark differences
But a beautiful love nonetheless
If only the other angels could see past their preconceived lines
And see that within the body of a demon was a heart of gold
A heart driven passionately and feverishly by love and goodwill.
But even in the heavens... everybody has their place.
The demon paid a high price for not seeing that

The dance is done
Now will the sun ever rise again?