The Dark Angel

Originally written sometime in 2006

Blood runs down delicate fingers,
crimson streams that keep getting deeper.

Porcelain skin turns pink from the pigment,
wings are broken, shattered, and bleeding.

The Dark Angel of Nightmares is no more,
her ashes now cover the blood-soaked floor.

Voices burst forth, engulfing her slayer,
"This cannot be, you must replace her."

The slayer's sight goes blurry, then perfectly clear.
Her touch no longer comforts, but fills friends with fear.

Wings of darkness beckon to fly,
the breeze they create causes flowers to die.
  
She gives in to her urges and takes to the sky,
in search of a dreamer to terrorize.

Did the slayer survive her very first kill?
Or did she herself, become another lost soul?

By trying to completely destroy what she feared the most,
she simply provided it with a new host.

For the Dark Angel never truly dies,
she lives forever within us, just waiting...
         ...for her chance to come outside.