I spy you atop that peaked height
cloaked in your shadows and fear.
Black demon of starlight,
dark angel of despair.
Is it for you the battle rages?
Tattered wings or matted hair
don't stop the slow blood trickling
from your raw, broken chest.
Is it for you the winds howl?
Or is it your will that makes it so?
I remember those long nights,
I saw your weakness at my touch.
You were stone,
but like ice you were cleaved in two
As my heart I gifted to you
About the Creator
E.B. Mahoney
Aspiring author, artist, and sleep deprived student. Based in Australia, E.B. Mahoney enjoys climbing trees, playing a real-world version of a fictional sport, and writing in the scant spare time she has left.
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