Dark Angel
For all that your hair is
sun-golden
Your eyes blue
And all of that
You are dark and
deep
Rich velvet wrappings in black
Forged iron
A twisting
darkness whose paths
I have often walked
In my own way
In my
own mind.
I would offer you peace
Should you choose to accept
it
But any peace of mine
Might be another will o' the wisp
hope
Tricking you into loss in your own soul
Hiding from
yourself
The beauty I see
A rhapsody in
midnight
Ink-oceans
Clear cold deep dark frozen lost alone
I
am the Walker of Shadows
Surveyor of the Fringes
I bear no torch
for you,
My Angel,
For I was never afraid of the Dark.
This is
my land too-
I have known it too long
For it to hold
terror.
Your eyes bear starlight,
Mine moonlight,
We may meet
safe in the darkness
For there were no monsters here
But
ourselves.
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