Angel Of Darkness
The hour past midnight He comes to me Deep dark eyes Wings of black He dwells in the shadows Pressing his soul into mine He gently takes what is his Our bodies entwine in rapture Exposing in me what was hidden Breath against flesh Currents of desire race through me His visits feed all I hunger for I wish away the day Craving the darkness because he is in it I close my eyes and sleep For in my slumber we meet again I dream of death so I may dwell with him But it is not to be Destiny is the cruelest When hearts it separates The morning light sweeps away the moon Everlasting our distance remains For I am his Mistress of Light And he my Angel of Darkness Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 12:15 AM PST, Sheila Morgan 0 • 8
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"The hour past midnight..."