The Black Angel The black angel has returned to knock at my door he has entered without I realized of it, in the absolute silence of his nonexistent footsteps winding me with his mantle made of smoke and darkness. Changeable creature of the darkest night he has taken me without a complaint coming out of my icy lips white as the wax… I only want to run away , in the obscurity, to expand my broken wings and to fly far, far away in the night that I love towards my dark and malignant bride and in her deadly embrace I want to be able to rest Forever... Amanush...
nice poem buddy......................... reps 4 u .... btw wat with the red color man.......... hurts my eyes a lot................ ;-)
