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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Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
A Dark Romance-Poem
SHE MOVES THROUGH SHADOWS
She moves through the shadows,
the darkened places of the hall
toward him she glides
a pale wraith of beauty.
She passes by the tall windows
where dust motes circle lazily
glowing brightly,
those small galaxies swirling
around her dark form.
Back into shadows she moves
where she cannot be seen
only the sound of dry cloth
whispering across the dusty floor.
Again she appears
within the pale morning light
white skin gleaming
an ancient knowledge in her black eyes.
She reaches out to him
red-tipped nails on a fragile hand,
hesitantly she touches him
Death...or is it Life
She moves through the shadows,
the darkened places of the hall
toward him she glides
a pale wraith of beauty.
She passes by the tall windows
where dust motes circle lazily
glowing brightly,
those small galaxies swirling
around her dark form.
Back into shadows she moves
where she cannot be seen
only the sound of dry cloth
whispering across the dusty floor.
Again she appears
within the pale morning light
white skin gleaming
an ancient knowledge in her black eyes.
She reaches out to him
red-tipped nails on a fragile hand,
hesitantly she touches him
Death...or is it Life
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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