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
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