Well, I'm off to France for a holiday so you'll have to do without me for two weeks, however, I'm making up for it with a treat. This was a present I wrote for Rachel, I doubt she'll mind me sharing it. I was at uni, lonely and struggling to write any poetry for my creative writing seminar the next day. So I wrote this, I hope you like it.

The Demonic Angel

Hands so soft like downy fur,

Brush feather light by blue-black night,

Skin spread tight, a tempting offer,

Flesh supple and warm for the tiger's bite.

The colours of imagination swirl,

As dreams rule over the human mind.

This aged youth, this human girl,

Rules the heart of the only of my kind.

Not bound by the limits of normal thought,

My love, she sleeps, while I to my work

Turn. My faith renewed, patience taught,

Strokes sooth minds where shadows lurk.

At thoughts of leaving, my heart, it breaks,

My mind stores her every precious breath,

Peace, only to last until the moment she wakes,

Memories I save to revisit at death.