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
E. Denise Billups, Author 
So dark and moody; maybe an ode to depression?
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Hahaha! Not really. The picture actually captured my attention and I wondered why she was bent over and took the story from there. I needed a deviation from the ordinary today. 🙂
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Dark and beautiful 🙂
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Thanks, Vivian! I enjoyed your work as well today.
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First two lines are amazing ‘I bow my head….’
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Thanks Anku! I just check out your site . Love your poetry!
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Thanks alot! I’m Glad that you like it.
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First two lines are amazing
‘I bow my head…’👍👌
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Can i follow you?
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Anku, no need to ask 🙂 I just followed you, so please do the same.
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Thank you! 😄
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🙂
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Love this.
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Thank you!! 🙂
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