Angel of Death, by Danielle Lewis Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=Danielle Lewis">

I sit alone, her presence draws near,
Autumn twilight bequeaths a complex hypnosis,
Drawing me to bewildering night,
She's seeking death that dwindles near,
Her icy breath, speaks of fear.

Gaze upon her serene lust, 
The restless spread deathblow, they must,
She demands an omen to omit trust,
As I walk to splendor, perhaps unseen debacle,
My heart withers as her tomb is here.

Beliverence is lost as is time,
She presents irony so divine,
Her face speaks of peace,
but her lithe cunning deprives us, 
And her heart set in stone.

© Copyright of Danielle Lewis
Posted: 2005-10-06 20:02:48 UTC

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2005-10-15 07:20:18Don't build lies on ice cubes.
I love the word choice, its good to see some intellect in the world! It's very well written- great poem. I can relate to both the person watching, and I feel I know the character myself.