#ineffable sonnets

[fundamentally-people]

O, angel that met me at the East gate And did not smite the snake nor give a shove But stood with and spoke of morals and fate Who killed me not then, but slowly with love. It’s truly amazing I’ve not yet died. You are slow radiation and still worse, You are corrupting my heart from inside. Love is your poison and you are my curse. I once was an angel too, I recall. That was long ago now, but I made stars. I always questioned so I had to Fall, But there are no sides now, there’s only ours. Falling from grace hurt less than loving you But fallen or not, love’s what angels do.

Did I just write a sonnet from Crowley’s point of view about how he loves Aziraphale? Yes, I most certainly did.

[fundamentally-people]

You’re the serpent sent from the depths of Hell, Meant to be my adversary, and yet You still saved me from that cold Bastille cell. Our history’s a forbidden duet. Faith is lost and found in your arms, my dear. I’m drowning in the possibilities. The what ifs swim; my thoughts become unclear. We’d love if not for their hostilities. Your constant is the only one I know, Gentle compared to Heaven’s sharp scolding. Your tarnish is more home than Heaven’s glow, Your halo still something worth beholding. So though I know I should pray and repent, Loving you is the most blissful descent.

Another sonnet for you lovely people, from Aziraphale’s point of view this time.

[fundamentally-people]

The bookshop is up in a blaze, my dear. These pages, your passion, in flames consumed, I searched through the fire, but you’re gone, I fear. Now alone I must face the world that’s doomed. What once was your home has become your pyre. You are nowhere on Earth that I can feel. You that I love, that controls my desire, To lose you is a nightmare, so surreal. Hellfire can’t kill me, but it could kill you. If it was not fiendish, I could not tell. I know what we had was more than taboo, But kill you? Heaven’s stooped lower than Hell. There’s no point fighting without my best friend So I’ll just sit and wait for it to end.

Another Crowley sonnet, this time about when he thinks he’s lost Aziraphale. My first sonnet can be found here.

[fundamentally-people]

You’re more than just an angel, dear lover, Heaven-sent, though I don’t care for Heaven. Outcast in Hell, now I rediscover A faith I’ve had ever since day seven. You deserve more worship than any God, A devotion pure and unwavering. You smile at me and I find myself awed. I fight to keep my voice from quavering. I was not made to endure divine love Yet there are no other words for this bliss. I’ve no faith for any power above But you’re my temple, my prayers are each kiss. Angel, I worship only at your shrine And hope that someday you will pray at mine.

My third Crowley sonnet and my fourth ineffable sonnet, as I’ve taken to calling them.

[fundamentally-people]

Six thousand years I’ve spent with you, dear friend. We’ve had our fights and drifted near and far, But still we’re with each other in the end, Just you and me, together as we are. We never should have gotten entangled For our camaraderie could get us killed, And yet now by my feelings I’m strangled. My thoughts have changed, with you my heart has filled. I think perhaps I am falling in love Though I cannot bear to lose you, my dear. Affection is something you are scared of And I would never wish to bring you fear. I’ll keep these feelings held close to my chest For surely you would flee if I confessed.

aziraphale iii of the ineffable sonnets

[fundamentally-people]

They say that Heaven is a place on Earth, As though Heaven might be better than this. Heaven is empty of life, love, and birth. Starting at Eden, Earth has been pure bliss. The fight’s been hard, full of so many harms. You’re capable of so much destruction, Yet you draw me in with all of your charms; I fall in love at mankind’s seduction. Earth’s more Heaven than Heaven ever was; Those that don’t understand may think it strange. You learn and grow, which Heaven never does. There’s beauty in the way that you can change. Wondrous people, lovely, curious things, You give me hope for what tomorrow brings.

aziraphale sonnet ii, a love poem to humanity and the world

[fundamentally-people]

Your kisses sprinkle starlight on my face; Some part of what you made still lives in you. Your lips across my cheeks do softly trace. I fell for you so slow I hardly knew. Our influences changed each other’s fates; Inherent natures both have been denied. We’ve both adapted to the other’s traits. Now, here on Earth, we no longer must hide. Our lives have been entangled from the start; Through all our days, you’ve been my constant friend. It feels we share one soul, one hope, one heart. You stand beside me still after The End. Though we know not what tomorrow may bring, I’ll stay with you, hand in hand, wing in wing.

A little post-canon Aziraphale sonnet for you lovely people!

[fundamentally-people]

Your angelic influence corrupts me, My cursing less common than my blessing. No longer is evil my cup of tea. My demonic nature I’m repressing. Your friendship is a plague I can’t escape; We fight and part but can’t stand no contact. In each other’s compliment, we reshape. We’re opposites, but opposites attract. I am a demon, we both know this well; I should not exhibit any virtue And yet I do, despite the rules of Hell. All this and more I do because of you. We’ve burrowed each into the other’s soul. We’re too entwined to leave with hearts still whole.

crowley sonnet iv of the ineffable sonnets