darkness follows the angel
my angel who wears black
perhaps a fallen angel
sunlight resting on her back
my angel always walks alone
from her you never hear a moan
my angel is so content
never showing any resent
she chose this life
away from the knife
she and the devil were once together
yet now she's an angel light as a feather
why she came here
leaving with no tear
falling from hell
her story's we tell
the legend of a nightmare
enough to give you a scare
living yet dead
enough had been said
A contest entry
- Beauty, Tragedy, Etcetera by MessedupMarionette.
700 points, ended November 17, 2008, 13 entries
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I really really like this poem. The first four and last two lines are my absolute favorite. This poem is so beautiful. I'm glad you shared it!
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The concept of a fallen angel combined with the line "yet now she's an angel light as a feather" seem kind of contradictory and confusing to me. Maybe try clarifying that? I like that you're using the prompt to create a story, but it feels like it needs to be clarified a little more.... thanks for entering!
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