storm angel

like lightning slices midnight skies
your voice lulls me to death,
my heartbeat tripping
over desperation of my lies
that stole my final breath
my fingers slipping

off your dark enchanting soul.
your whispered strings of gold
weave your dark eyes
like a diamond in the coal.
i watched your fingers unfold
those lullabies

into a poet’s song, night’s disguise.
we smouldered through the stormy sky above
where we belong,
and while we plunged into darkened skies
there you snuffed me with your love,
your rainy song.

T. E. Pyrus


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