I Am Inhabited By A Cry

Late birthday fiction for cold_gentlemen

Title:  In A Mask, One Can Be Whoever One Desires
Series: Angel
Pairing: Lindsay/Gavin
Rating: PG-13
 

Poetry based on an original fiction idea. With thanks to Neil Gaiman for the vampiric Snow White imagery.

Dappled sunlight on summer leaves
Just like baby they'll change color soon
I came here in the winter -

can it have been a year since
His dead white coat vanilla bean and looking a foot or so lower than my eyes said

"Are you cold?"

The king's a dick
And Jack's a prick
His mother and Morgan are sick sick sick
So of course it's the cracked out thief I pick
Because the only one with honor is a washed out stick

Lean back and let the sun paint me gold
Face and neck and all the way down
Dark and wild as a lioness because when I came

the cold crow croaked I was a winter rose

And we all know what they do to the pretty ones here.

If I could have stood, cold, by the window
A stained-glass saint
They might have made me Snow White and burned Beauty at the stake
But I'm the lipstick on your collar
I'm the scratches on your back
I'm the reason that she's leaving and she's never coming back.

The wind from the north is chilly and it brings the scent of death
Another high tower for baby to burn
Another wine-red river

Don't it make you proud, don't it make you cry

Don't it make you shiver?

'Cause they stuck their thorns in Briar Rose
And now she dyes her hair
The Big Bad Wolf convinced her
There's a danger in being fair
And as for Cinderella , he's a man who sold his soul
They'll make him sin till he fails to win
And has murdered all his goals
He's the hard cold sword of her nursery lord
And she's never letting go.

They've perverted all the fairy tales
Sun sets in a shower of blood
I wish that I was leaving but now it's so deep in my soul
That when the king said, "She's the reason I'll be knocking out your teeth,"
And Morgan smiled that killer smile
And Jack rolled up his sleeves
I couldn't help but be a little flattered.