Night's angelA Poem by Lane-roe
Shadows meet the upturned face The light it fades away. The face looks down and moans and sobs At the memory of yesterday.
The leaves, they shiver, like steely knives The water grows threateningly still. But the face, it sees nothing, with nose on the ground And fingers scratching into the hill.
The moon comes out, and the face looks up The tears and the blood trace it’s lines. The eyes search for something, stained with regret The voice, it trembles and pines.
“Help me” it says, a hoarse croak in the night “Help me, dear God, if you can. Because I am nothing, I’m nothing no more Not even human, not close to a man”.
The figure, it rises, and stumbles across To the body lay strewn on the ground. The voice, it screams, with raw agony And drowns out the night’s silent sound.
The figure, it rises, and runs into the trees Away from the blood-stained light. Away from the world, away from the truth To become a creature of night.
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7 Reviews Added on August 18, 2011 Last Updated on August 18, 2011 AuthorLane-roeAboutLane-roe is a young girl who enjoys writing about herself in third person, reading harry potter and watching too much reality television. She also enjoys playing piano and occassionally, knitting. But.. more..Writing
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