Dark Angel

September 15, 2012
Glide like silent night,
Blackness without light,
Hidden from your sight,
I am-

To soar unbidden through the air,
Feel these tendrils that are my hair,
Without sorrow, without care,
Except for-

Trapped there on the ground,
Death is stalking with her hounds,
Dare you not to make a sound,
Because of-

I led Death to her prey,
Led you from people far away.
Now no one ever will hear you say,

Save me from my destined fate,
Allow Death’s hunger not to abate,
Surely now cannot you hate,
What once you-

Words pull me from the sky,
Seize his arms, find Death’s eye,
Whisper sweetly as mortal dies,
I am-


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