Posted in 2014, poetry, Writing

An Angel Walks

As the shadows grow,

And the crows begin to cry.

An angel is walking alone

on a crowded street.

 

And as the angel walks,

None take notice of the tears.

The tears which have formed

by the fear of what lurks behind.

 

A beast of shadows,

And hidden desires.

A beast made from hatred and evil,

as well as nothing at all.

 

It claws at her throat,

Removing all breath.

It bites her to her very soul,

And in the end leaves nothing but a dry husk.

 

It can live off of envy,

And sadness, and greed.

It can live off of the lonely,

And those creative minds.

 

And the angel keeps on walking

with tears in her eyes.

As though nothing had happened,

But it still lurks behind.

 

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