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...