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The Angel Of Death

As I walk this earth 
Bare and broken
Blood soaked and driven
My soul in supernova
My mind, frenzied.

My body bruised
My sword well used
Breathing in fresh paint 
From beaten bodies and torn souls 

Sudden movement
A quivering soul
A careless action
My attention
To hold. 

A smile drapes
Bearing into my soul
The world disappears
My deathly hunger

Slow and pleasuring 
Each clink of steel 
Warms my heart 
Mending my soul

First blood, 
A lonely bead 
Inviting my wrath
It trickles 
No warning sold.

Teasingly, it lays in waiting 
Pulling me closer
Begging almost 
To bring more 
An abyss, 
It draws my victims in 
Craving, wanting, yearning 
To feel bloodied flesh 
Against my skin
A fear, I sense 
Another victim to claim

Pleasure streams 
Blood oh glorious blood
My eyes feeling, each soul I’ve claimed

A vulture stalking its prey 
Yet again
Imperative, a mission
Deep wanting, to quench

Valiance, a virtue, I dare not detest  
Submissive, he glares eye to eye
His being laid not to rest

Unsteady, yet giving.
My hands he guides to my sword
Thrilling me more 
A kiss so chaste
My heart explodes

Like a child 
I revel, 
Rapture so pure 
Beautifully he whispers 
“Be a sinner no more 

Take my soul
Gruesomely, I beg 
Treasure the blood
That my body 
So willingly sheds 

Your craving 
To sate 
I was born to the earth
Release your demon 
Release it form its depths 

Stay hidden no more
Bare, naked, run free
Believe it not a disease
But a gift 
As I see.

Unsheathe your sword
Glorious, shall it gleam
Purified, ready 
Through my heart 
Shall it go.” 

Pleasure shudders through me.
A kiss I lay 
Goodbye, my dearest 
Your debt has been paid.

Amanda Miller 
{This is to a new friend , a faceless being 
that brings out the person hiding in me }

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  1. Date: 1/4/2013 6:46:00 AM
    Captivating write, speaks to me of the true warrior. Relishing in their ability to control their own fate. Excellent piece.

  1. Date: 9/26/2012 7:41:00 AM
    This poem has two veins. It can refer to the human predations in war, or it can reference the Biblical scion, Death. Biblical Death claims its victims at an appointed time, while the warrior chooses the moment of death. A messmerizing verse. Enjoyed it very much!

    Miller Avatar Amanda Miller
    Date: 9/26/2012 8:34:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    you wont believe how thrilled i am , that you picked up on what i was trying to say. thank you for your kind words Amanda
  1. Date: 9/26/2012 7:02:00 AM
    This is a beautiful, poem, very touching and heartfelt. I am sure that your new friend will enjoy it. Thanks for sharing it with us. Lucilla

    Miller Avatar Amanda Miller
    Date: 9/26/2012 7:29:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks a mill Lucilla firstly for your kind words and secondly for your patience with my poem .. amanda