Dark Angel; with a cold heart of stone
in effort to keep his dark thrown that he calls home,
Drifting by night, closing his eyes with
deliberate pain trying to remember when he first
lade eyes on his queen his Love for all his darkness,

A journey he never wants to forget;
A journey of her gentle touch of her true love
her voice that sing to the night,
so true very sweet,

Moonlight is his everything;
like the lighting that blaze a cross the dark skies
he watch her as she dance around like life is doing her fine,
His gaze is sharp like a knife he watches all her moves,
from the darken sea to a very far land,

Midnight is the blackest skies in moonlight eyes that shines
on high in right in Dark Angels eyes;
dangerous is her innocent, He love to her A little weeping
come from her lips, would make his heart spark
in cold September skies, He Loves moonlight is his wife.

Poetic Lilly Emery

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