Morrow's Angel Poem by Mark Crane

Slender figure draped dourly in sable
perched in awkwardness

Casting forth triste laden crystals to the ebb
of the morning tide

True vision of benevolent spende, r hidden beneath
the cold grey veil of melancholy

Sunshines ray's dancing joyfully upon dark,
rich, aurburn locks

Emerald colored eyes tainted bye salted tears
blazed by fury

Oh morrow's angel break free from your spintered pillory
grace this day with your smile

Heed no longer the profane taunts of demons
serving lugubriousness

Cleans this sullen shroud of contrite sadness with the
power of forgiveness

Bathe in the warm comforting glow of the morning sun
rejoice in acceptance

Embrace reality; for it brings with it honesty its
parting gift, is wisdom