Mon ange sombre

Short Story by: The Jester of Punishment

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Everyone has a guardian angel wither they know it or not. Here a small piece I wrote about my black angel Exathen who I visit in my dreams and sometimes reality.

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Submitted: January 28, 2012

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Mon ange sombre

 

His skin danced within the candle light gleaming only for the eyes of those which capture his true beauty.  Eyes blue as the ocean waves could keep you lost for days with not much to come back too. Black hair fell down his body giving him an exotic look as if he had step from the movie of Tarzan.  He wore no clothes upon his body reviling the glory to what a man could hold and yet there sat an image like fine painting. Feather wings of black flap from the back causing a slight wind to kiss the place with a hollow tension.  I knew that he came to visit me here in the land of dreams.  A place where our love can find the only blooms what romance we hold together from our past life.  He assures me of my wants and needs. There is something almost morbid about out meeting here within the graveyard I’ve let my mind create. This is our favorite spot beneath an old black oak tree that gives more then shade. Here I am not afraid of the darkness that lay beneath.  I embrace it with open arms full of sad tales and old wounds. We sit near a statue of two angels hold each other in an embrace watching the night sky play with the stars above. His skin is icy like, but oh how I love it so.  I can feel safeness in his arms as if the creatures watching me from the depth of darkness could hold no threat now.  He only has a little more time here with me. For soon he’ll have to go and I’ll awake to the world of mortals. Even now I fear sleep cause of the creatures there.  They seek my death. My sanity. Only here and now am I safe in the arms of my dark knight. He speaks only a langue he and I understand. He tells me I am his beautiful angel and he shall return next time to me. With that he is gone as I awake laying there with heavy thoughts weighing down my mind.  I know that here in the real world I am not safe from them. Some-how they had reached my reality lying in wait.  Darkness is their cover as death is their kiss. For soon I shall sleep and return to the arms of Exathen. My sweet sweet dark angel. My protector. My love.

 


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Mon ange sombre

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Everyone has a guardian angel wither they know it or not. Here a small piece I wrote about my black angel Exathen who I visit in my dreams and sometimes reality.

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