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

Art: Courtesy of Pinterest

E. Denise Billups