#beet poet

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I'm packing because I'm moving, so of course I made this blackout poem when I found these loose sheets from my damaged copy of Good Omens. Very productive!

"His"

Just because sometimes it's hard to differentiate where the lines begin and end on blackout poetry:

Aziraphale stared at Crowley

Crowley looked away

Two eyes stared at him

Crowley was perfect, exciting, and his

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Here's a little klon I wrote. (If you heard that in Bobby McFerrin's voice, you're cool.) I used this Picrew to make an image of the husbands to go with the poem since my art skills are...just okay.

Atonement

Desperation frayed my patience

No penance could cleanse such a sin

Just one dance won't fix what's broken

Let me in again, Angel, please

Hear my pleas and ease my anguish

Can I kiss you, this time softly?

Won't you grant a demon mercy?

Come with me and be part of us

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A sad acrostic poem I wrote from Crowley to Aziraphale

We Could Have Been Us

Words have lost all meaning

Every minute without you is a century

Cruel words of forgiveness still echo in my ears

Ocean blue eyes filled with tears plague my dreams

Under your wing, I fell harder than the rain

Loving you is what I was made for

Death would be a kindness

Hell has no torture like the agony you've caused

Alpha Centauri is lonely without you

Vavooming under a canopy was a fool's dream

Extraordinary amounts of alcohol won't numb the pain

Being with you was the definition of home

Existing without you is my own personal Hell

Every star I created pales next to you

Nothing I did was enough to make you stay

Unforgivable fiends like me don't get happy endings

Sleeping another hundred years will have to do 

[beet-feet]

I needed another break from packing, so I did another blackout poem, this time with some of my old sketches and paintings added to properly convey Crowley's inner turmoil.

"Only Aziraphale"

Angry and screaming in fury

Crowley went to pieces

He needed only Aziraphale

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This is my first elfje poem. Elfje poetry originated in the Netherlands. The prompt was ineffable.

Ineffable

Our side

Two souls intertwined

It was always us

Inevitable

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I wrote this for the Good Omens Poetry GOetry Monday prompt.

Form: Petrarchan sonnet

Theme: wedding/engagement

A New Arrangement

As I bow before you on bended knee

Angel of mine, if I may be so bold

I ask for your heart to have and to hold

A new arrangement I propose to thee

Could we be an us for eternity?

Please take this love token, this band of gold

Place your hand in mine as we meld our souls

Let us be one as we were meant to be

We've always been bound, our fates intertwined

A root so deep it cannot be severed

Let me drink from your lips as sweet as wine

Take this leap with me, we'll fall together

There is only our side, not yours or mine

Hold fast my heart and keep it forever

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This was supposed to be an awdl gywydd, a Welsh form of poetry, but I think I got the format wrong. It's okay. I'm happy with how it turned out.

His Pure, Black Heart

In the stars our love was born

How I mourn their architect

He was full of joy and awe

So unflawed, he was perfect

Then one day my star fell down

But he found me once again 

Though his change was quite immense 

His essence somehow remained 

His new eyes, they shone like gold

And his soul was just as pure

Although it had been tarnished 

He was harmless, to be sure

He was just a bit wicked

Playing tricks, spouting wise cracks

But no other heart compared 

It was there, disguised in black

My light mingled with his dark

Made a spark that lit the flame

Of a love that burned white-hot 

And could not ever be tamed

But, alas, I was a fool

I was cruel and so vicious 

All he wanted was my love

Instead of my forgiveness 

Again my star has fallen

And he's all broken apart

I've reduced him to stardust

Now I must mend his black heart

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Just more blackout poetry over my art

"Falling Down"