The Figure

I see a figure in the shadows,

is it good,

or is it evil?

The figure pops out,

of the mysterious clutter,

of trees.

The figure has wings,

so now I know it's an angel,

but angel of what?

The angel is black,

or just very dark,

so I know it's not a good angel.

The figure walks closer,

slowly,

VERY slow.

Closely walking,

making this low, deep mourn,

what could this angel mean?

As he got closer,

I see it's face,

and he looks like a corpse.

He looks mad,

as he moves his hands closer,

closer to my throat to choke me.

As I notice what's going on,

I start walking back,

and then starting to run.

Reviews

[clauds294]

I sorta see this as a story more than a poem. Not much ryme in it but you are intitled to your own independant poems. I do love the idea of it. I love anything that has to do with angels, though I'm not sure what monster is in your poem...

[Ruth]

I like the darkness to this sweety xx

[Joy Lynn B.]

Nope no inspiration, but thank you so much for reading/commenting on my piece.

[zappy]

this is great

[[KL]]

A good piece of work here, Joy. (: This is very intriguing. Is there any sort of inspiration behind this?
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