The Difference in Angels and DemonsI’m living a dream, in a fairytale land,The Difference in Angels and Demons by Stirack
Surrounded by music and beauty!
The Angel, you see,
He watches over me,
My wonderful Angel of Music!
I’ve nothing to fear,
When my Teacher is near,
For his voice- like a prayer-
Scares the shadows and demons away.
My ingénue dear
Should not believe all she hears;
For what a scream she would cry
If the dreams faded by
And a monster then stood in their place.
What would she do,
If none of this were true?
And that true love’s kiss
Could not turn this frog into a prince?
I love my Angel,
And he loves me!
I’m a charlatan, true,
But now there’s little I can do.
And one day, you’ll see!
It’ll be just him and me!
And we’ll sing for the choir of Heaven!
What can I offer her- pain, deceit?
A corpse, hung in black
With the glowing eyes of a hell-cat?
So here I shall wait-
And wait, and wait-
So close to Heaven’s gate,
Loving my Angel,
My Angel of Music.
And here I will be,
A fool, truly,
The true angel of musicThe true angel of music by Bakeneko14
After walking around by choice
I heard a beautiful voice
Where have I heard this lyric?
Is this the angel of music?
The voice said, yes he is
But, who is this?
Soon, he came to me
Still, who could he be?
So strange and mysterious
His mind seemed so delirious
The white mask he wears
He needs it, so no one fears
For him there was no place
To sing and show his face
This is all what it seems
The voice of my dreams
Taking me was not grand
But I felt happy when he held my hand
In his eyes I saw desire
His spirit was on fire
A voice within me said run and go
But why was my heart beating so?
He set me free after all this mess
But will be able to find happiness?
Although I am glad he set me free
I still wonder where he could be
Something missing I will never find
The phantom is always on my mind.
The Dream I Wish to Live pt. 1 “Erik, where are we going? I thought you said we’re going on a carriage ride in le Bois?”The Dream I Wish to Live pt. 1 by Stirack
“We are, my darling, we are. This is merely a shortcut.”
“Since when do shortcuts outside lead up?”
“Just trust me, my dear. You know these walls tell me their secrets and heed my wishes.”
“If you say so, Erik.”
“I do say so, you inquisitive little thing!”
Everything must be perfect, absolutely flawless for my flawless Christine. She is an angel, after all, and does an angel not deserve perfection?
We exited the confining safety of my false walls to stare down a dizzying, nine storey drop the the hardwood stage below. To my great pleasure, Christine fastened her little arms around one of mine in fear, eyes tightly screwed shut as a mousy squeak escaped her lips. Oh, wha
The Words I Long to Hear (One-shot) “…C-Christine, what I’ve been t-trying to explain is that I truly do l-love you, more than life, more-more than MUSIC! …And I w-would be the l-luckiest man in the world if you would agree to be my… w-w-wife!” Sweat dripped down my face and dampened my mask uncomfortably, my fingers laced together almost in a sign of prayer at my plea. I waited expectantly with baited breath and a tightness in my chest which I could not attribute to fickle health.The Words I Long to Hear (One-shot) by Stirack
If horses had the ability to laugh, then César was surely doing so, snorting into my face and pushing his nose to the center of my chest. I scowled and gently shoved his head away, sighing hopelessly and plopping to the ground. The gravel of the underground lakeshore stabbed me none to gently through my clothing, the black waters of Lake Averne lapped at my boots.
“Was it truly that terrible, César? Surely you exaggerate!”
In response, the horse rested his great ivory head on