Dark Angel with a cold heart of stone
in effort to keep his dark thrown he
calls home,
Drifting by night closing his eyes with
deliberate determination trying to remember
when he first lade eyes on his queen,
A journey he never wants to forget
gentle touch of her true love her voice
so true but yet very sweet,
Moonlight is his everything like the
lighting to a blaze of his true gaze
from the darken sea,
Midnight blackest sky moonlight shines
on high in Dark Angels eyes
dangerous and innocent with a blossom kiss,
A little weeping would make his heart spark
in a cold December skies moonlight is his life.
Lilly Emery
Poetic Lilly Emery
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-of-stone-27/
