The Dark Angel's Dance

Sharain Clark By Sharain Clark, 3rd May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A dark, fantastical poem about a fallen angel who has found herself in a den of demons, leading her into the arms of its lord; a dark angel. Is it fate? Destiny? What purpose might such a crossing of paths unfold?

The Dark Angel's Dance

As darkness disperses by glow of candlelight,
a fallen angel awakens amongst the dead of the night.
Eyes freshly opened to human pain, guilt and fear,
shadows surround her with tight, mocking leers.

Wincing with awareness of broken wings,
hot tears pleading mercy from wicked things.
No logically obvious reason or rhyme,
descent . . . devoid of comprehensible crime.

Bruises and blood fresh from the fall,
cheeks stained with crimson, no hope for her call.
Weakness of mind and spirit brand new,
distortion and darkness lay hold of her view.

Earthly senses in likeness of a newborn babe's,
her strength but mortal, thoughts deeply ashamed.
Bloodshot blue eyes fight to gain sight of her foes,
alabaster skin flushed with fresh hints of rose.

Long golden tendrils turn as black as the night,
first hunger emerging distracts from the fight.
Huddled wings folded, trembling with pain,
head gently bowed, chin on knees gently lain.

The outline of her frame, small and demure,
a dark angel stunned, attempts to resist her allure.
Pacing the floor, humming a deep and dark tune,
drowning out her soft cry, his resolve damned to doom.

Midnight eyes aflame with new found desire,
to touch her wings with deep heartache and fire.
His approach silent and steady, breathing aflame,
whisper seducing, “Sweet Angel… you suffer in vein.”

Lips laced with desire, sensations of fire and ice,
a delicate kiss to tender skin, destined his vice.
Taken aback by soft tremors, utterly shattering his guard,
agony pierces, as if heart stabbed with long crystal shards.

Hands strong and sure lay over trembling fingers,
dark wings surround her, hell bent, and determined to linger.
Lifting her slowly to stand, tenderly bracing her wings,
astounded his heart might be inclined to such things.

Turning her slowly, eyes burning, fixed on her soul,
an arm circles her waist . . . tight grip . . . closer hold.
Winged fortress offers shelter as deep silence resounds,
music starts playing . . . hearts thunder abounds.

Bloodshot blue eyes meet with midnight’s dark trance,
and so it begins . . . The Dark Angels Dance.


Angel, Dark Fantasy, Dark Love, Dark Poems, Dark Poetry, Fallen Angel, Fallen Angels, Poetry

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author avatar Sharain Clark
In the beginning, a toddler with toy alphabet, chalkboard, and desk; then pencil and paper, a typewriter next; then journal, pen, and an old weeping willow; and still today, the story continues . . .

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27th Sep 2018 (#)

This is quite divine I love your words line to line you made me realize all the beauty through your words they enchanted me to move my wings to nother flight felt so good

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