Weeping Angels bow their heads,
the dark memories gather in my dread.
My shadow grows
as time thrust me like a dagger
into this doom.

It’s darkness falls against
my naked soul.
It slays me,
and darkly my essence drips
to the wicked earth
that is my salvation.

In a strange
and terrible glee I dance,
while Death’s shadow approaches me.
Now as darkness declines,
my application of light
falls upon the Angels darkened eyes.

This is and was my salvation.


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