215716's blog: "My First Poetry Blog"

As I am beside my Queen of the Night We stand, rule, we love and we fight The weak, we treat with terrible disdain They suffer their self inflicted pain March proudly down the left hand path Those in our way shall feel our wrath No power on Earth can tear us apart As we take life, and grasp at its heart Standing tall, on march the strong Knowing the truth of right and wrong Those who love us, we shall love back Those who smite us, we shall attack As I gaze to her cold warming eyes My soul goes back, to the old reprise We control life, Earth and the sky That's the way, my Dark Angel and I

I stand upon the edge of the night, The edge that separates darkness from light, The light behind me welcomes me back, The darkness ahead of me, daunting and black I look on ahead to try and see, What is in front, my eyes fail me, This is it my time has come, To choose what I want, to be and become, Do I go forward to a life a new, I listen hard, to hear for a clue, Or do I go back to me as before, A lost wandering nobody, nothing more, Do I go and give myself up completely, Do I turn around, walk away discreetly, I listen to my questions and try to answer, The reasons I set forth to follow my master, Look for the future, become something better, Learn to control life letter by letter, I step forward for my own personal gain, I step forward to live again, I step forward to fly high above, More than this I step forward for love,

As I walk through the night a feel the protective Shadow over me, The twilight of My Person has now since passed, Plunging me into the Darkness of my dwelling, I contemplate the Daylight now left so far behind. I was never happy wandering under The Burning Sun, That filled my space with Light, Never certain what made me so, but knowing it wasn't right in the Sun that sapped my energy, The Light that made me weak. When I think of that person that walked in the Sunlight, I am filled with hate and shame, How dare he look like I do? How dare he dilute what I hold dearest? How dare he imprison me for all these years? Though now I smile at how slow his death was, Never again shall he rise to oppose me.

I stand at the window and watch the parade, The clowns march by in their ignorant charade, The steps behind lands where the first had stood, They play follow my leader like cattle chewing cud, All eyes face to front, no chance to divert, Clown after cow, fool follows pervert, The outlook for the parade of man looks bleak, They have lost what it is to be new and unique, A clowns face stands out, I spot in the crowd, It's makeup is thin, it walks tall, walks proud, It's eyes look upward, stops, turns to see, Me by my window, leaves the parade, comes to me, I wipe away the tear, the makeup on the face, Of this innocent child, a victim of the race, This child who has left the safe foolish herd, Can now be set free, learn to fly like a bird, I open my arms, beckon the child inside, I surround them, I comfort, protect, and I guide, Another child saved, eyes open, now they see, Another lost innocent, another innocent set free