Oct 2013
So few meet dark angels
And live to tell the myth.
But I have danced with one of them
And lived to feel his kiss.
His arms were that of iron
Draped in aromatic silk.
His eyes were midnight dark;
Contrasting skin of milk.
Many men can sail the sea
And grace o'er it's depths.
But only I may see this dark angel
To be up there with the best
And live to tell the myth.
But I have danced with one of them
And lived to feel his kiss.
His arms were that of iron
Draped in aromatic silk.
His eyes were midnight dark;
Contrasting skin of milk.
Many men can sail the sea
And grace o'er it's depths.
But only I may see this dark angel
To be up there with the best
Wrote this on June the 5th; a time in my life where I thought love was mine.
Posted it 4 months later; a time in my life where I think the angel is lost
Posted it 4 months later; a time in my life where I think the angel is lost
