Dark Angel

Her black hair snakes down her back

 Her eyes are like smouldering coals

 Her wings a black downy

 Dressed from head to foot in black

 Evil pours from her

 Anger is her speciality

 She stands at his right side

She is the Queen of darkness

 The Devils special one

 Destruction is her fun

 Death her game

 Love to her is lame

 She is the snake of persuasion

 The fear of many

 War is her cause

Injustice her invention

 Only she is the Devils equal

They call her the dark angel

Reviews

[Another Relic]

This is quite a macabre poem filled with darkness and fright. I don't think I'd want to run into her any time soon. Cool poem.

[Briege Havern]

Thanks Autumn

[Dee]

Wow, I think I held my breath from start to finish in the reading Briege. Wonderful descriptions and great choice words brought this Dark Angel into clear view.

Bravo my friend......Smiles..Dee.

[Briege Havern]

Thank you Dee