Sylent's blog: "Writings"

I courted the dark angel, Her faithful devotee,
Saw her lay her hand on others; Yet she always held her touch from me.
I courted the dark angel And followed her, as lovers will,
She was my fascination; And yet she spurned me still.
Each day she wore some new disguise Yet with the same pale skin and staring eyes,

So that I knew her all the same, Through each move of her deadly game.
I courted the dark angel In the casual ways of youth,
A furtive smile, a wink of eye, And yet she always passed me by.
But she wont turn from me forever For I have a certain charm,
Even for one as cold as she; One day she will come back for me.
I do not fear her cold, cold lips Or the icy touch of her fingertips,
For I found her secret in the chase. As we lie together in the dark, in the
consummate embrace Of our earthly, bridal bed- She whispers; fear the living, not the dead.