I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back. Erica Jung

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

My Dark Angel

a coppery red moon
hangs low in a midnight sky
you stand in the darkness
beneath a crimson canopy
where October's chill breeze
sings a dry mournful song
and lifts your night black hair
your piercing grey eyes
stare from your pale face
I know your kiss
death cold yet burning
turning my soul to ash
my dark angel
with broken wings.
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