Angela Wood

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My heart had died
My body had dried
Then came a masterful presence
Blazon and craven
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I did not wish this to be. Heartless and Soulless The Creature Within lays waiting, Enraged by the catacomb it has been ensnared in. The Creature Within first came when tragedy swept through this existence you would call my life.
Here on a mission, I know not for whom anymore. The Creature Within was my friend. She sheltered me, Ferociously protecting me like no mother could have, The Creature within. I followed blindly. She became dangerous seeking to destroy any and all around me. Still I could only trust The Creature Within, for no one else was worthy. I have sought for one worthy, for The Creature Within has enslaved me so long. I have a need to belong, to be loved to love all the things The Creature Within won’t allow me to have. Here at first to protect me I know not where the lines became so blurry. Then came you. Now I wage a war I may not win against The Creature Within.
Only a Man, but an Extraordinary Man, Paramount, able to crumple the shelter The Creature Within built, no small task. A Spiritual man one of Strength and Wisdom, an
Elder of Extraordinary Conviction. Oh how I do not desire to Contaminate you in anyway. So I battle The Creature Within. I marveled at (what to me was nonsensical) the Stupendous, Humble, Holy Being that was the spirit within The Man You are.
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Our Love

My heart had died
My body had dried
Then came a masterful presence
Blazon and craven
I stopped in reverence of a man
Unlike any other I had ever known
I began to yearn for
Your Essence,
Your Brilliance,
Your very being I had to have.
Your absence I fear.
Here your essence I can clearly feel
Sitting here in reverence of you
I realize,
Death nor Distance, nor Heaven or Hell
Have any dominion over our love.
Distance can put thousands of mile between us,
I can still feel your very essense
Heaven needs it
And
Hell is powerless against it.
My heart can never impart from you,
Sweetheart.
Your love was sent from above
A slave to the grave no more.
Revived I began to thrive.

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