I miss you, dark angel,
In ways I never thought
I would;
As A cup-companion,
A partner in adventures,
Confidant & co-conspirator,
Fellow-lover of pseudo-life:
We hunted together
In the shadows, the cloak of the night.
Even though Another wooed me towards the Light,
Seduced me for time into the Day.
But it did not last,
The sun set.
You remind of the patient Darkness
In my own soul;
The windows which, drawn, could be curtained
Or withdrawn to show a glimmer of shuttered light.
You are the White Flame that Burns Blacker
Than Night,
And I was your dark knight;
The guardian of your dark delight.
Now I am once more home,
And again, alone.

Greyvamp
March 2, 2002

Posted by Vladimir Sat, 06/09/2007 - 17:13

my dark heart feels the same

Submitted by Dracula's Guest on Mon, 02/11/2008 - 13:51.

my dark heart has felt the same on a few occations. ur a very good writer of the dark poems just like my self.

-Vampriss hidding in the shadows

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