wretched-writes

[wretched-writes]

chapters: 1/1 fandom: good omens - neil gaiman & terry pratchett, good omens (tv) rating: general audiences warnings: no archive warnings apply relationships: aziraphale/crowley (good omens) characters: aziraphale (good omens), crowley (good omens) additional tags: poetry, poem, kind of shit rhyme scheme, but whatever lmao

summary:

crowley is of the firm belief that he is fundamentally evil and nothing but. aziraphale, by definition, is the very epitome of good itself, and so crowley is absolutely not worthy of him. (despite all this, he still longs for him, and frankly, it's rather inconvenient.)

[can also be read under the cut]

I am a detuned radio, Fritzing features, flailing shows. Cheats play poker, turns aphrase, Cackling corvids, beaks ablaze

You’re my disentangled lies, Skies that beckon upturned eyes, You’re the wings that saviours raise, All the prayers sing your praise.

Samaritan for wand’ring strays, Versus I, the hopeless haze, You’re the smiles that saints have dawned, I’m what’s left when good is gone.

I’m the sin in shambling hordes, You’re the faithful led in scores. Saints in my gaze lain and wept, Beasts in yours were slain and slept.

Why do you not fear me so, You, who the sinners have revered? My dear, you set the sun aglow, I have founded boundless fears.

You’re my inquietude and deep desires, My sacred truths, my secrets true. Though I am wont to want for you, It’d send me smoldering to the fires.

Still, you have soothed my every sore Since down below I did alight I’ve committed almost every wrong, But bafflingly, you set me right.

Lover, I have needed you, since the world began, But though I loved you, I still feared, And so away I ran.

Lover leaving, lover left, lover, hear my plea-- I’m bad as dead without you, Beloved, please come back for me.