Work Text:
In the beginning
Was the word
But only - which one?
If only one could be heard
To describe:
Indescribable is a cheat,
Beautiful a cliche,
Soft, too simple,
Tempting, too risqué,
My love-
Not mine.
Always out of reach.
Pretty winged thing,
With a smile like heaven-
No, warmer.
Like a cup of cocoa
On a cold winters day
Like a mother hen,
With all her chicks kept guarded,
Safe under her wings
Safety
Lovely, lovely laughing sort,
Excitement in your walk,
In your speech
Betraying jokes and secrets
But I laugh anyway
You are pure light,
Too good for above.
They don't deserve you
My angel-
Not mine.
Always out of reach.
Always out of touch.
How shall I ever describe you?
Ineffable.
Extraordinary.
Indescribable. Uncontainable.
A force of nature.
Flaming sword of destruction.
Since the garden.
Guardian.
Strong and powerful.
And yet...
Kind.
Gentle. Forgiving.
Tender and good.
Useless bookshop owner,
Lover of pleasures,
Adoring and-
Angelic.
But good - not like the others
Perfect in every way.
Ineffable.
Indescribable.
Crowley was in it deep.
And 'It' wasn't the word
The word was love.
And in the beginning
Was the word