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Black Angel
Contributed by
Mortis-Dark
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Sunday, 20th June 2004 @ 02:53:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Death the beatiful angel. It lingers over head and sleeps beneath. Its white face and crimson blue eyes captivate. The scarlet on its robe tells a story.
It feel from the cross. Left out and abandoned. Just another guiltless glut. The veins are black and ice. Its heart a beathing black mass. Let me tell you what it is.
Its is I. The angel of death. The reaper of souls. Lost and be counted. For I come when least expected. I take whats mine. A little bit of yours to. I fade and I fall.
Upon its arrival. The bells ring and sway. The cold mists pour down in a ritual. The patter of rain on a tin roof. Heavy fog consumes the land. In my hand there is faith. Faith that we may die today.
Its teeth so many to count. But who says were counting. Were only trying to delay this angels purpose. To take us to the great beyond. This is the black angel.
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Re: Black Angel
(User Rating: 1 ) by apcfan on
Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 10:17:05 AM AEST (User
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I loved it. very dark and powerful. Great write. |
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Re: Black Angel
(User Rating: 1 ) by MLCstar on
Sunday, 27th June 2004 @ 03:37:07 PM AEST (User
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This poem is fantastic. The perspective is so refreshing. To most people, death is frightening, but to those of us who are just slightly more dark and disturbed than the rest this poem conveys the sweet serenity that death can provide to the troubled soul. I love it.
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