Dark Angel

Dark Angel

A Poem by Anna
"

Seeing through your eyes.

"
I am a dark angel.
My brilliant black wings and eyes slowly creep into the depths of your soul, 
Destroying you.
Intriguing features draw you into my arms. 
My soft skin caresses yours.  
My lips whisper words of peace as my breath makes you lucid.
Skin, pail as snow. 
crown, glowing a dark essence.
You turn, try to run. I smile, have your fun.
You cannot break my spell over you. "Do as I command or down to Hell with you, dear saint."
Sword by my side and crown of thorns in my hand "If you don't die for me I'll take your life from you."
You turn
And run 
Never getting further away. 
You scream. I smile. You cry. I laugh.
"you will never win, in my game of life."

I watch you, with joy in my heart as you shatter to the stone floor.
On your knees you plead for me to set you free.
"You're just like me, don't you see. You'll never be the girl you want to be."
Look into the water.
See your reflection.
Feel your terror. 
You're dark wings crawl out of your back.
the crown of thorns dig into your skull.
"you cannot escape me." I have made you into my own dark angel.

You disappear
Crown left behind.
But a trail of bloody Black feathers 
Lead me to a corpse
"You died escaping my wrath"
I smirk at your disfigured body
"You're pathetic"

But there you are 10 feet tall
Smiling at my foolishness.
Your sword tickles my neck
And you say with a chuckle,
"you will never win"
-The daughter of the dark angle.

© 2013 Anna


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Another strong piece by Anna. You never cease to amaze me.

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Anna
Anna

Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada



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I've been writing for years but its never been for a purpose. I wrote to let out emotion during the darkest points of my life and now it's developed into a hobby of mine. Broadening my topics from pai.. more..

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