She arose from the depths
A bottomless pit
Of darkness, despair and pain
To wander in the warm summer rain.
Her eyes downcast
Shimmer with golden embers
Hidden in a forest of
Ever deep green.
Her smile often hidden
Dazzles and stuns
A weapon of distraction
Shooting at the heart.
She strolls the land of light
With her cloak of black
And hair of hidden gold
Or so people were told.
A demon people convict her tale
But an Angel she appears
With a broken halo
And torn off wings
An angel sent to hell it seems
Escaped and stuck alone
But alas I see her beauty
And take her in.
Me with scythe
And blazing wings
Head of black and faded grey
Forbidden sight of deep wooden glare
A touch of ice and heart of flames
This angel with broken wings
Has tamed Death
It seems.
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Mysted Thoughts
PoetryWe all have different views on poetry, but this is mine, fiiled with love, hate, fear, peace, joy, you know what, I think you get the point. I am not such an amazing poet as many of my poems seem bland to me. Words can out do even the best of art...
