Angel Of Darkness Poem by Zevanda Borjon

she walks across the room
all eyes follow near
such a suttle voice
only the angels of hell could hear

she draws me close
my restless heart pounds
escaping through my chest
deffening at the sounds

temptaion at its greatest
seduction that she feeds
being able to choose
yet im the one she needs

she wears her crown of thorns
given by the fiery king
risen from hell
where she was given wings

the blood is her thirst
that only i can fulfill
given to her
by every ounce of my will

my angel of darkness
will you sing my solemn song? ? ?
no one has sung it
in so very long

embrace me with your voice
as peircing as a knife
lay me down to rest
then end my life