Well, there was a great big storm last night, so...loads of ideas popped into my head.
My estimate, there will be about three chapters, unless I get any new ideas.

They might take some time to write, so I might not update very often, but I'll be writing to the absolute best of my ability!

Fop Huntress, you will understand my other inspiration instantly, knowing you. Hope ya like it!

Read and review!

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The many faces of a storm.

Part 1: An angel is weeping.

Can anyone describe the tears of an angel?
The ultimate sorrow, the indescribable pain.
Can one decipher what could make an angel cry?
Because when such a thing occurs, the world will remember.

Of course, there is the water that floods from the clouds.
Pure and unsullied, a gift spread in grief.
It rains down, unstoppable, so undeniable.
Such grief can only come with the deepest of wounds.

Why did the storm come, spreading disaster?

An angel wept tonight for the loss of a gift.
A gift no emperor ever received.
A gift of a soul, pure and sparkling, given in love, lost in pity.

Such grief can only come with rage.
And rage comes in the form of celestial fire.
Igniting the heavens in a single second.
The rage flashes once, and then it is gone.

It comes with a cry of utter despair.
So filled with emotion, we cannot hear it.
We just hear a rumble that tears apart the sky.
And puts fear in the heart of lesser mortals like us.

Can anyone describe the tears of an angel?
The ultimate sorrow, the indescribable pain.
Can on decipher what could make an angel cry?
Because when such a thing happens, the world will remember.

In the third verse, I edited a quote that is not my own, it comes from M. Gaston Leroux:

"Your soul is a beautiful thing, child, and I thank you for it. No emperor ever received so fine a gift. The angels wept tonight..."

Just making that clear, as I would not want to claim credit for such genius.

Now you've read it, please review!

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