Halo & Fangs (Poem)

There is an angel who lives on a peak

She shimmers in the sun as it leaks

Her blinding white wings flutter in the breeze

And a dazzling halo above in quite a chic.

Her hair flowed with honey lust

Her eyes cried with blue dust

Her touch poured with kind trust

But she was the only of such.

If only we could rid of the dark

Who wore clothes like a lark

And was of the tricky smart

With red fangs that were glistening sharp.

His hair dried with black

His eyes cried red hack

His touch was a smack

Too bad he’d never leave you back.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Anuja Raghavendra says:

    You should make a deprecate website for your poems, you have so much I bet it’d be easier.


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