AN: I made this poem when i was in like 8th grade so its kinda old, but i thought it was still pretty good. Im not really use to poetry format so sorry if it seems strange.
My Angel In The Darkness
They say he's a monster lurking in the dark
where he waits and he listens for the next innocence to embark
through the dark corridors and hallways so he can take them away
and you'll never see them another day.
A mask upon his face, hiding its true shape.
His eyes seem to shimmer as if they could glow in the dark.
The sound of his cape as he follows you down the dark path.
All this I hear as night draws near and they whisper these stories in my ear.
Lies they all are. I know them not to be true for I've seen him
myself in the dark room that I went through.
The description although is true, the mask, the eyes are all
how they said, but yet still here I sit on my bed. Not a scratch or a bruise
on my fragile skin, although I still shiver
and shake from the last time I saw him.
The fire burning in his eyes, the low
coolness of his voice, the gentleness of his touch.
The thought alone makes me short of
breath and the hairs upon the back of my neck to rise
and my heart skips a beat when I think of those beautiful eyes.
The sound of his voice made my knees grow weak as he
slowly sang in my ear only loud enough for me to hear.
I knew then he would do no harm to me. He'd protect me from
the ones who would, and keep me safely hidden under his cloak from a world
were many were not good. Alone I use to be, a misfit to them all,
until he came and would catch me if I were to fall.
Every day I would go to where he waits and talk to him about the
Tortures of the day and at night he'd cradle me in his arms and sing to me
while I slowly slipped away.
The guiltiness inside makes me sick to my stomach, for now
I believe I've fallen in love, but how can I love this man when I never
Seen his face. The thought of what hides behind that mask
tortures and frightens me.
The stories they told me in the past creep back upon me.
Them telling me of a face that would scare you
to death and leave you without breath.
I tell myself I don't care, but if the stories are true,
his face might make me stare.
I would have tried to figure out away to see his face, but now
I may never see him again, for they
have found out that I've been seeing him within.
They threaten and warn that if I see him again
he will be gone, but I must disobey, its been too long.
Tears swell up as he tells me he must leave, but I know its
not because of me. He takes my hand in his and gives me something,
ill never forget.
A beautiful golden, diamond ring shaped as a gorgeous rose
and I almost thought he was going to propose,
but instead he said "its to never forget" that he's always there and
if I put it on he'll know how much I care.
He said "someday will meet again" and drew a small grin.
Then he took me in his arms, his eyes full of sorrow and despair.
He combed his hands through my hair and then kissed me then and there.
I kissed him back, sweet, gentle and slow. Then he pulled away and said
"I love you my dear, but I'm sorry I must go."
He then left without a trace, back into the darkness he walked through with such grace.
I'll miss you my sweet angel of darkness from up above,
My guardian, my sweetheart,
My love.
