Angel I Am Not
An angel I am not, can’t you see!
These wings of midnight are tattered,
Torn and bloodied with hate. I don’t see
How anyone can see something such
As an angel within me, with this black
Soul that desperately holds back the
Demons that dwell deep within my
Psyche. What I crave, I cannot have.
What I long for, I cannot have. Denied
By Destiny, laughed at by Fate and
Condemned to the mundane life I am
Forced to live, I eek out a meek life.
Letting words flow from me, ones that
Shall never be seen, truly seen, by whom
I love forever more. I can see my Knight,
Atop his white steed, that great white winged
Beast, who’s whinnies travel upon the
Winds so that I might hear an echo of
What once was. I’m no angel, unless one
Considers me an angel of death to Love.
(c) 2003 A Riddle
~Nikki~