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Timothy Fuller
Poems
Dec 2015
Death of the Old Me
As we dance in the moonlight,
The stars all twinkle at the sight.
Your wings they unfold,
And shimmer like gold.
You with your angelβs way,
Make my heart swoon and sway.
Taming the demon inside me,
Who for so long wished to be free.
The longer we two lovers dance,
I start to know he has no chance.
Even now his eyelids grow heavy,
trapping him behind loveβs levee.
No longer able to find a grip,
Into darkness he shall slip.
The end of all my evil,
His tomb; unescapable.
Fill me Alice with your light,
Turn me from this demon blight,
Into something near angelic,
A black winged angel; prophetic.
Written by
Timothy Fuller
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