Hast Engel (Hate Angel.)

Leather wings,
Eyes of blood.
Seeing all,
Burn them to mud.
Lighter allies,
Never be.
Hast Engel,
Let them see.

by Satan's Sibling

Comments (1)

stuart i love your poems. There haunted yet only by these truth, of death and love do we actually understand that there is a darker side to the most brightest things. i'd say your poems have a most surreal quality to them. you tend to show although there maybe a silver lining it's the dakness that makes it possible to see it, with that may i say that it's a deligth to always read something refreshing, both light by the way you make it sound but dark by the hidden meaning inside what others see as 'Nice'. Catch ya, Nicky