Incandescent Angel
Crystal breaks
across her floor
the shards are burning
bright,
in shafts that fall,
and through it all,
I see her dimming light.
Oh, incandescent angel
dark circumstance abides,
to snuff you out
of heaven
the horse you choose to ride
heads off to the
Appocallypse
with passion at the reins
the name you have
upon your lips
is driving you insane.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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