Visceral Fears

I bow my head at what I’ve become,

 deep, dark death, a fallen one

oozing onyx blood and tears

presaging deathly fears

on winged journey

from a bedimmed army

I arrive dripping tears,

onyx daggers icing prayers

crescent wings enfolding visceral fears

we depart together

immortal soul and dark angel

to another sphere

Copyright 2017 by E. Denise Billups

Art: Courtesy of Pinterest