The Angel of Combustion

I can only describe her as fire.

 

She had eyes that paired well with her personality, full of light and excitable.

 

Her voice, that oh so haunting voice, was soothing and familiar. Much like an old friend attempting to recollect older times.

 

I could only describe her as fire; perfectly imperfect, inviting.

 

Destructive.

 

To my understanding, she never realized her power. Maybe she had, but couldn't control it. 

 

She was fire, A dark angel with a blade, wings, and talons made of flames and words of infernal fury. And I stand tied to the pyre.

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S.X.K's picture

a new favorite of mine.

good job my friend. 

allets's picture

Wonderful Imagery

Well executed and fun to read. - Lady A -