The night is wet. <br /> <br /> <br />The moon hangs in the sky <br />a dream too wicked and <br /> <br /> <br />The breath of stars <br />is now the howling heavens. <br /> <br /> <br />This world <br />will own no secrets.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-angel-death/
