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Wings?


"Are those wings real?"  One might ask
This angel set to demon's task.
The webs she spins with widow's grace,
While hung in it, you watch her face...
A blazing symmetry of lust,
Sparkling like glitter, midst the dust.
The kisses of a seraph sweet  
Enough to mask the pure deceit.
 
You open up to her graced tongue,
Believing all your past woes wrung;
Till lips on neck she bares those fangs
And leave you writhing in the pangs.
Your lifeblood drained, will to live gone;
Soon even hope of death is drawn
To that mystic Insatiate
Ambivalence 'twixt love and hate.
 
There is no heaven, is no hell,
In the contortions of this spell.
There is no glory, honor, fame.
Not even remembrance of name.
No, that banished in foul decree
Tween was and what could never be,
Daily 'watch yourself disappear.
Your cry, an echo no one hears.
 
9/25/15
 
 
 
 
Written by Shine_of_Darkness (Michael Anderson)
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