I walked into the joint
of a thousand drinks,
delighted by my eyes
a black red attire
of different shades
glowing as the disco ball
spin in awesomeness.
Staring at the dark angel
as its sips the drinks
of men.
Eyes like that
of a shinning treasure,
Lips like that
of treasured lollipop,
Beauty like that
of Goddess embroiled
with love of a thousand
stars and Gods,
Its smile created a scar
of love in my heart,
The body of an expensive
model.
Melanin embroiled skin
glowing as the disco ball
evolve in joy.
Its body is as warm
as a babies body.
Kissing an angel
was a dream I held for decades
which came to existence
when I felt the lips
of the dark angel.
I fell for the dark angel
at first sight,
I never believed
love at first sight
but this was a theory
I had to accept.
Love was my history,
but this dark angel
modernised my theory
of love.
Love was a theory
of fantasy I created,
I opened myself to the
fantasy I created.
The dark angel
was my enchanted
goddess,
my hope for love.
An angel worth holding
onto for decades of a life time.
Never met a dark angel
who bears a lovers heart,
an angel bold as
Ares, the God of war.
Watching its steps out
is like watching kings
on a golden embroiled chambers.
Short time with an angel
is like decade with queens.
I dreamt of the dark angel
when I close my eyes,
missing the angel was my meal
for a day, which is terrifying
as days goes by without any
of my angel.
My love angel,
an angel that stamps
its name on my heart
with it a golden love
staff created by Hephaestus,
the God of Smith work.
I wish to see my dark angel
but the beast of terror
is shutting my doorway to sight,
except for the wings of a raven.