Thursday, November 18, 2010


In plain sight,
A sight to behold
An angel with a thousand yard stare
Blessed with curdled hopes
Cursed as the morning sun
She raised her hollow eyes
aimed at the center of the moon
With sword and shield she tore into me
Like a buzzsaw through to the heart
Reminding me of lost prophets
Once saved long ago from pious fire
She is with me now I am her vassal
angel of mercy
angel of death
angel of impure souls
Holding me close to her tattered heart
never to awaken again

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