Who I Am

This is a poem I finished last year... It literally took two years to finish...

As dark as night,
As sweet as poison,
The fangs that bite,
that one cruel treason.

A union ill-gotten,
A love so true.
Between Angel and Demon,
A child of Taboo.

Haven shall fall,
Hell shall rise.
No matter how small,
Everything dies.

In a world so dire,
Figures arose,
Claws tipped with fire,
Death in their shadows.

As glorious as Angels,
Their wings outspread.
A hate quieter than the owls,
hunting their once beloved.

Without flight,
they're useless.
A blight,
caused by hatredness.

Lost without,
But stuck within.
The true battle ground,
the air is.

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[CRAIG A. THOMSON]

You've worked hard on this, and it shows. Well done!