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'Blue Angel'

Poetry By: Richmaggs

This is an entry to Ian Dawn's challenge. Upon reading the criteria of 'the darkness of light', these words took very little time to gel together. Make no mistake, it's a dark, unpleasant poem ... but you can blame Ian for that !!!

Submitted:Jun 21, 2012    Reads: 122    Comments: 17    Likes: 6   

Blue Angel



You move into the light with your sinister froth

That foams at your jowls as you wretch and then cough

Up your hate and malevolence, a vitriolic tirade

Of venomous spite as you command your blockade

To tease me, to taunt, to hurt me and to haunt

My poor wretched mind whose only crime was born

Of meeting you once in a crushed velvet haze

Of patchouli and joss sticks and a chemical daze,

With thunderous bass and apocalyptic drums

You infected my soul and I ingested your scum.


I laugh at the irony as your effigy burns bright

As your corpse screams forgiveness and swathes me in light.

A light that remains with me right up until today

Despite your putrid attempts to take it away.

Yet you now spit your bile on some other poor bastard,

You're one abominable hors d'oeurve I wish I'd never tasted.


The darkness of light was defined by your birth,

The infinite wisdom, a father's raped mirth.

My only keepsake of you is a vile voodoo doll,

Impaled, slain and burned and partially boiled

In your filth and betrayal as we swam our parting waves

In which you whored yourself sore then begged me to forgive

You and the stench of your vile acrid hell,

I hope you are dead my sweet Blue Angel.












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