Christabella

Hell has broken loose and demons have fled;
Beauties on earth Hades bellows must be dead.
I know a weary Crystal lying in her bed;
I must rescue her even if I’ll lose my head.

I walked through fire burning skin of times
Filled with courage, tears, love and rhymes
To find this maiden in her tortured innocence.
Cry not, follow me, please for now in reticence.

Let them take me oh demons of Hades!
My heart handsome mortals have bled for ages.
Leave me you! True love cannot cross my dailies.
She cries, from you men, what have I gotten as wages?

I held unto her as tight as I could,
Poured out my love as honestly as I should.
In my mood I was nude like a Druid,
But will she arise and cease seeing me like another dude?

Can she not see my shining armour?
I cry here like a baby, write poems on the floor;
I think about her throughout the night until four;
And the nasty part of guys is still what she saw?

The demons at the door still axe the door,
My crystal bellar still prefers the war.
And love with me, promises happy lands to tour.
Christabella, give me a chance, I have goodies to pour.

And here I am, sitting by my bellar.
Crystal fan fantasizing fantastic fantasies.
Never a daughter of Gandalf or Professor Pella,
But still enchanting me to undeserved nemesis.

Perhaps a sun will rise in the East
That will someday find me and her at a feast
Merrying, loving, journeying through life and slaying our beasts,
Beating the dew, moving the clouds and nailing our mists.

I love Christabella and angels know.
PLEASE! Crystal, don’t ever say no.

-Lord eBay