Onyx Angel Poem by Liz Connolly

Onyx Angel



he means not what he says
he says not what he means
he's like an angel wrought with horns
or a devil wroght with wings

he sleeps a lightless day
he stalks a starless night
so wickedly his sins do gleam
that what's wrong became what's right

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