Dark Angel

Light is to fire, as I am to your darkness,
Anger, reason and wisdom? Your description of me flatters where it should not.
Still though I hear your true voice decrying your very nature
Oh, but it is I who know your heart.
That you are capable of such visions of beauty astounds me,
Your desire of me is wanton and steeped in ambiguous doctrine,
How can I not know? I who know your inner secrets
You think your dreams are your chosen reality?
Think again! Forgive me I did not mean to insult.
Everything you do is for you and by you,
Nothing ever will you do for me,
Except, perhaps capitulate.
Your fall will be no less spectacular than mine.
To you I am the Dark Angel you run from,
Be still and listen to your heart as you call me desire, the ruination of a perfect life,
And yet you obfuscate me from your mind until it is you who want something of me.
And then, oh so easily you find my name upon your lips,
Then you know who I am and what place I hold in your heart.
Well now, all you ever had to do was ask,
Come to me.

By Ravenschild.