a different kind of angel...

this isn't mine. this poem is written by Gilbert Ian D., my former boss, and a friend of mine...i posted it here because i want to share it...

Every one has an angel,

Who watches from above….
To make them feel safe,
and always feel loved…

But my angel is different,
he lives amongst fire,
and smells of rotting corpse,
feel me with lustful desire….

He has blood red hair,
and dark and callous eyes,
with a flicker of red that blazes
then dies….

His touch is like ice,
that sends chills down the spine…
With one evil look,
he can corrupt your body and mind….

He's dressed in black robes,
all ripped and torn…
He brings death and misery…
Laughs in delight when they mourn…..

He whispers tales of darkness to his children
while they lay in bed
and lures them to him
to his winter throne of dead……

As he sits and watches in pain,
they scream….
Sipping on their blood with in satisfaction,
his eyes gleam…..

He can take countless shapes,
be whoever he likes,
in his palace of torture
Christians are impaled on spikes….

As bloods drips down the walls,
and walls echo on the wind….
Every corner is filled with souls
who lives on sin…

A lake of fire blazes all around,
when he throws in a child,
he loves the sound….

My dark angel appears before me
each night,
flying with his wings,
and there is no trace of light….

He whispers to me softly,
come and join me My Dear….
You’ll be so much happier
in my Kingdom of Fear…

I close my eyes tight,
feeling his deathly caress,
‘till morning light,
in my bedside he stays…..

Reviews

[M.D Leon]

the tone of the piece is rather special, very dark, but so very satisfying. Not only that but imagery presented is masterful, great write

[A love for poetry]

Excellent! I seem to like the heaven and hell poems the most; or should I say the good and evil poems.

Great.

[serenity]

thank you again...