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A Patient Sonnet

Summary:

What does an angel do when his lover is asleep?
He guards.... and he writes

Notes:

Shoutout to depraveddame for the "Aziraphale, come forth" line! It has changed my brain chemistry forever.

A big thank you to koala2all for catching my missing syllables and cheering me on!

Work Text:

In gentle doom, I wait for him to see

With eyes like Icarus' fall, honeyed wing

Barefoot, he twirls under stars bright and free

He is, my lover, that most precious thing

On my word, he is a creature of wealth

Made for fanning fires, for heady praise

He is, in truth, a God unto himself

And I fall at his feet in sighing daze

But my God— my love is weary of mind

Heavy in sleep, neither alive nor dead

When he is lost in dark waters unkind

I stand guard on the shore, here in our bed

 

Ne'er I doubt Freja wakes again for Spring

Aziraphale, come forth, hear your crow sing

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