Angel Knight
A color changing eyes,
Caped by long lashes,
His eye looks far away,
His thin lips twist up into the wind.
A rock he stands upon,
Clad in blue and white,
He looks up to the sky.
His freckled face troubled,
He frowns and looks away,
Tousling his brown curls.
He crys to the ground,
He waits for his angel,
Who has gone far away.
Not true an angel she waits for her knight,
She yearns to return,
To drown her sorrows in his arms.
And in return a happy smile,
And love in full bloom.
*Original of Chesshire Spades*
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The Darkened State
PoesíaA bunch of poems and random writings that I found in a bunch of old journals. Some of these are new, however. The title is called The Darkened State for a reason. This is due to most of them being depressing or twisted while I was in The Darkened St...
