DARK ANGEL

Hollowed spirit,
mirrored soul.
winged messenger of flight...
Doomsday's forgotten seed...
lest your existence be for naught,
as you bandage your wound of dreams ,
lostwith a torniquet of bludgeoned memories
for you see, the moon's embrace has been the only solace
of this woman who stands before you.
her image no longer recognizable,
for she resides where only spirits dwell her soul,
transparent unable to mask the pain,
while shards of regret stain crimson,
across once periwinkle horizons.
For icicles have taken up residence within,
the shadows still summon meon too frequent an occasion ,
and I've not felt the need to bask in the rays of light
Until now...Come with me,
let us cast aside our apprehensions
and take that final step into
the land of the living.