Memories Angel
Golden wings
Tipped with adamantian blades
Swift or lingering
It maybe death
Brought upon these wings
Sad eyes and splendour lips
Seek you
Betrayer
Self lamentor
Hunter of untruth
Your blade will splatter
Metallic wings
That you called into existence
Pulled from the ethos of ego
All they want is to swim in the dark sky
But you drew them to the light
Your own burning demise
Their hands are blunt claws
And they will use your heart
To sustain their’s
Stained in pain
They are beautiful
Posted: Monday, December 7th, 2020 @ 10:28 pm
Categories: Poems, The Sight.
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