The AngelicA Poem by Ian TitianA poem about the power of mad, undying loveThe Angelic With her soft radiant smile and expressionless eyes Glowing under the bright glowing pale moon Shining over the vast grasslands on which I sat perched on a monument of gray stone With a large cross looming over my head on which an uncertain yet familiar name was carved Shining, smiling As she walked towards me carrying a golden ring So bright it was blinding So gracefully she slipped it into my ring finger Inches her face drew closer to mine I felt her breath warm up my frozen face And with a cold distant voice she said “Soon we will be one” Inches more her face drew closer “I already said yes, and I kept my promise” Inches more “You’ll have to do so as well” “Don’t break your promise” And as she drew her face closer yet again she closed her eyes Speechless, motionless, I was left And as the tip of her undying nose practically touched mine I could not say a word But she did “Death is not, nor will it ever be ... an excuse, my love” © 2018 Ian Titian |
StatsAuthorIan TitianMalang, Jawa Timur, IndonesiaAboutArt is what enables our eyes to see beyond what is visible. It can captivate our souls and make us realize how beautiful and majestic the world around us is, for there is so much to be appreciated tha.. more..Writing
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