Offered Up

In the dark of the night, the dream was pending.
Shadows on the wall were blending
peacefully into a flight of soul.
He struck within white depths of falling snow.

Touching her in secret places.
Filling all the empty spaces
full to overflowing with his pain.
Lost, she wandered in the pouring rain.

Ghostly visions rose in mists.
The feel of every tortured kiss
was burnt into the scars he left behind.
Grinding down, he halted all of time.

Internally, the dreams became unbound.
Startled into essence by a sound.
The tone betraying bittersweet aloud.
Agony worn masked in living shrouds.

Another shake, a gruesome shiver.
Black, the mare that night delivered.
Death walking down the hall into her room.
Paralyzed within a feel of doom.

Lurking in the shadows there.
Light touch upon her golden hair.
An angel offered up its harmony.
Its wings reflecting all eternity...

? Michaelette ?

9/26/2003
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