I said to the clouds and birds
I said to the flying leaves and trees
I said to each wave in the sea
I said to reflection of my face
that becomes a landscape
Between the heaven and hell.
I asked a purest white Angel-
To lead me through the dangers
But he turned into a Dark Knight,
And whispers into my ears:
Give me your hands,
You will not be lost,
I am your Ghost!
With empty eyes I know what you need the most,
With no soul I fell your pain,
Not a wise but I know love is still in your in vain,
With no voice, I can make you laugh
With no blood I can make you Tough,
I will turn you into oblivion,
Come with me into glorified delirium!
Last scene of all,
That ends strange history of me
The ghost is not to be
The Angel is to be or not!
Black Angel
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2020
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