Rogue Angel

January 24, 2013
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One night while washing by the stream,
I heard a voice ring clear,
“Who goes there stranger?”
Then another,
“Tis’ an angel bathing there.
Do you not see her golden locks?
Flowing down in waves?
For there she sits,
A glowing form,
Her wings a starry maze.”

The voice that answered,
Was deep and gruff, sinister, and somewhat huffed,
“I see now clearly such a creature,
Dazzling as she is rough.
And there lay upon her stomach bare,
Many a gash and scar,
Do not be fooled, my dear friend,
Her beauty is a mask by far.”

To true was he, watching me,
As I sat there by the stream.
I was cast from above, and forced to roam,
The earthen plains you see.
Many a war I had fought,
And much death I had seen.
And dared I go against the rules,
Of a godly being so serene.

Rising slowly out of the water deep,
My naked form wet with water drops.
A foamy glaze rises over their eyes,
And their steps slow to a stop.
With dry tearless eyes, and perfect aim,
I take their lives so swift.
My beauty being a curse,
My heart in pain,
My soul forever forced to drift.

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SteelersJdog said...
Feb. 13, 2013 at 10:56 am
Wow, I think that this is your best one! Beautiful language and word choice, and the serene atmosphere that you created is wonderful! The mood progression in this is fantastic. Excellent work!
ILuvBritishBoys replied...
Jul. 7, 2013 at 1:49 pm
Thank You :)
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