the angel's ring
to ease his serpentine heart Crowley often wandered through the desolate park his warm exaltation as a ghost in his throat cold on Crowley's shoulders, though he wore a coat shuffling through the half dead grass something golden caught his eyes as he passed leaning down shocked, he picked up his Angel's ring his heart nearly stopped even the birds ceased to sing he held it close to his heart pumping and beating dropped to his knees and began screaming nothing but an echo was the reply Crowley in turn and stared up at the sky "where is my Angel and why?" the demon managed to croak and cry he was used to no answer heaven above was a malignant cancer Crowley slipped on the ring of gold a memory of the past flashed from old he was stripped of his own "Angel, I'll keep this until you come home" then he got to his feet frozen tears in his eyes went back to the shop to have a good cry
