In th dark where this dark poet lingers
He holds my heart
Locked away in a little box
The key lay on a chain around his neck
My muse

He sits with a leg hanging out the window
His eyes up to the heavens
As the rain falls to the city streets below
A wicced grin upon his face
Tells me all I need to know

He sits with a pen and pad writing poems
I kneel at his side writing my own works
All inspired by him
And all I have to do is but look upon him
He bites the end of his pen
Eyes upon the stars
He leands forward off his black wings

I look upon him as my iPOD song changes
And I hear but the beging of the song
And I start to scribble on in my book
How I saved my last breath
For him

And I hold my breath as he take my notebook
And read what I've just started
He smiles down to me
Kissing the top of my head
How I wish his lips would touch mine

But he never falls for my little trick
He know's I'm here for souls
And that kissing is how I steel them
So he avoids my lips at all cost

I do not wish to steel his soul
I just wish once in this life
To feel those warm angel lips on mine
For mine are cold as ice
Even when I return to Hell
With souls in toe
My blood is ice cold
And my muse
This dark angel on no-one's side

His touch is like fire
To my cold heart

I've stood back and listend to him
Resite his works
And I'm moved by all of them
This dark angel
Who's fallen for me and my poetry