I Saw Her Black Wings
Following behind ,
closely lurking...
... shadowy likeness made in your image
Trapsing on your footsteps,
mirroring your movement
Dampness drips in this alleyway...
...stagnant stench of depravity
Guilty faces looking up to welcome your entrance.
Queen of these wretched wrongs.
Ruling with Malevolent mirth.
Embracing the pain like a newborn...
...cooing it to grow and damage
This likeness suites you well
Eyes black searching...
...finding a sinful string to strum
Playing chaotic to a tainted mass.
Heads swaying to your misleading melody....
...humbly humming wretched choir
The Queen's court serenades to symphony
...Conducting their obedience
...creating harmonious harm
The clouds hang low...
...darkly raining on your crown
Hands raised, palms up...
...basking in this storm you made
The drops amass to puddle at your feet...
...Reflecting true form
Your black wings show
In rippled water below
Copyright © Steve Voorhees | Year Posted 2009
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