Archangels Poem by nicole rassbach

As the cool gray slides over the moon
I get the feeling that it is too soon
For the chilling black
That is slowly coming back
The creepy darkness that over took our lives
The shadow monsters that can't be killed by knives
We become part of the dark
We walk the world and leave our mark
You must all think us sins
I can take you bavk to where it all begins
We are the archangels of the night
We are in no ones sight