The Angel In Her Darkness
He was the spirit that waited for the
beauty of her essence, Within his soul
could feel her presence.
His hair dark as midnight, She could
smell his passion as he walked into
her sight.
He was the fantasy in her mind, The
pleasure he gave nowhere else could
she find.
He was her angel that fell from heaven
above, He had the key to unlock her
heart to love.
His fingers gently ran through her
flaming hair, As his lips sweetly
promise she's his maiden so fair.
She was a vampire born within the night,
He was her angel born within the light.
They lay upon the sand gazing into the
night sky, She knew when dawn arose she
would have to say goodbye.
Written By: Wilma S. Hill
copyright© October 17,2006
