Dark Dreams
Dark eyed dangerous messenger
Powerful passionate villain
Not a bomb maker nor war politician
But an agent of darkness
In my dreams he came
After weeks of dark discussions
Doctors, tests, hospice, possible resting place
I left their offices quiet and calm
Asked the right questions
Made practical plans
But in the night a strangeness came
I'd bond with the angel of darkness
No winged sexless smiling blond
It was a mysterious powerful force
And thus to my dark angel I was drawn
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2023
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