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.
1 comment:
Kelly, you've turned into Killy...
tis the season :)
I think you should paint a background, rip up your poem and collage it on top...letting the viewer decipher it however they feel...just an idea:)
How ARE you, my friend?
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