Dark Angel
By Carpe Deum
I saw him standing in the doorway A mysterious angel with his dark good looks Hair like night Face like ivory Eyes like a vampire's tears Repulsed, yet not afraid No, never afraid This is whom I have been seeking The one who can tell me who I am I step to meet him "Come," He whispers. "Come to me." But I shake the demon spell he has over me I hold back, without knowing why He laughs and the sound is that of a clarion "You are strong, little one" "And you will not claim me, angel of the night." I say. "I am not yours to command." Finally, finally, I know I understand Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 06:39 AM PST 10 • 0
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"I saw him standing in the doorway..."