Just a Poem
-My Angel-
A Sword At my throat,
I fail to cry out,
A breath in my ear,
Fear paints my face,
A word from his lips,
Sends me over the edge,
My knees grow weak,
And I fall in his grasp,
My eyes slide shut,
And I utter a gasp,
He pulls me up,
Holds me close,
Speaks soft words,
But how can I trust him?
My love, my life, my bane,
My seraph...
