Angels And Demons

Awoken in the depths of me

the stretching tangled mess of limbs

singing of transpired serenity

flowing through and through on whim

Painted sweetly, half of her 

the shade of freshly fallen snow

colored savagely, bisected lure

the splotches of a well placed blow

Unfurling wings of a brilliant light

expanded feathered clouds

curled aileron, the darkened might

stretched like hungered mouths

I stand, split in two, a two-faced trashed coin

a part of me

a blooming angel 

another, a blackened sight

The End

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