Dark Angel; with a cold heart of stone <br />in effort to keep his dark thrown that he calls home, <br />Drifting by night, closing his eyes with <br />deliberate pain trying to remember when he first <br />lade eyes on his queen his Love for all his darkness, <br /> <br />A journey he never wants to forget; <br />A journey of her gentle touch of her true love <br />her voice that sing to the night, <br />so true very sweet, <br /> <br />Moonlight is his everything; <br />like the lighting that blaze a cross the dark skies <br />he watch her as she dance around like life is doing her fine, <br />His gaze is sharp like a knife he watches all her moves, <br />from the darken sea to a very far land, <br /> <br />Midnight is the blackest skies in moonlight eyes that shines <br />on high in right in Dark Angels eyes; <br />dangerous is her innocent, He love to her A little weeping <br />come from her lips, would make his heart spark <br />in cold September skies, He Loves moonlight is his wife.<br /><br />Poetic Lilly Emery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-heart-of-stone/
