A lonely angel, her halo aflame
With a spectrum unlike earthly pigment
Lines and shapes adorn her, forget her name
Your world of colors and hue, is a figment
She sees only shadows, full of wonder
Grace, and respite, it’s calling out to her,
Drawing her closer, pulling her under
Torment, elation, are the same to her
A mighty pen in hand she fights the fight
Blinding beauty shines, breaking her threshold
Painting rainbows, drenched all in black and white
The spark of imagination takes hold
A devil clad in blinding light, she seeks
To see the darkness, she wants just a peek
About the Creator
Jenny Pagan
I’m a self-proclaimed “Horror poet”, and artist, whose poetry and drawings often includes elements of grind-house/drive-in style horror, surreal imagery, and lgbt themes, with a punk rock edge.
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