**I helped a very good friend of mine write this a couple of months back. Even though she did most of the hard work, I thought it would be nice to share it.***
Mein Engel -- Mein Dämon
I succumbed to sleep before the witching hour dawned
And my Mistress was not very fond.
Lithe frame adorned in white rapped ‘pon my door,
While velvet words slipped betwixt the wood and floor.
I stirred in my sleep with a dream still heavy ‘pon my form,
And she was not permitted inside my dorm.
Her voice turned shrewd at this negligence,
Whilst her grandeur was tried by annoyance,
And I awoke from an enchanted slumber.
Fatigued feet met the bare stone floor,
Whilst I gathered senses and walked to the door.
Three minute scorn transpired,
And a sloth I was christened,
Before orders were heard.
I was bemused by her demand,
But dared not to reprimand
So I made my way down the stairs.
Ghostly light shown ‘pon the ground
Cast from the Mother moon, full and round.
Footsteps lead to the garden,
Whose shrubberies craft a labyrinth,
With scattered stone musings.
Shadows crept ‘pon the ambiance,
Casting chills down my spine.
I shied around a curve,
Stalking what didn’t stir.
Childish nature escaped,
Whilst hand gripped hers outstretched.
A crackle resounded,
Her wings unbounded
And fingers curled about my own.
‘Mein Engel, mein Engel.’
I cooed in marvel,
Yet dread was still there.
A revelation was late
And I could not escape.
Stone shed for flesh.
Flesh shed for stone.
‘Mein Dämon,’
Was the last thing uttered
Before places traded
Forevermore.