Waiting to spread my wings
And encompass
All that is precious to you
Your prayers laid aside
To the one that awaits your call
The values of your life shown
Far too plainly by your lifestyle
Leaves open the gate for me to enter
He cannot have you?
Well then ...
We will take your children!
I am the angel of the Dark One
He who is the light
Has had them long enough
Let us tempt them with his
Promises of materialistic values
Let me take the youngest of hearts
Confused to life
And bring them to be
His
Parents beware......
Perhaps we cannot have you
But your children
Your children are fair game
To our ways of persuasion
Continue to turn a blind eye
To what you do not want to see
Let them raise themselves
Because you are just too busy
And have tired of the fight
Do not care in what direction
Their heart's are led ...
And they are easily
Ours
Not my child you say
Such a thing
Could not happen to my child
I laugh at your ignorance!
Have you not seen his influence
In your newspapers
Have you not heard in your news
Of our rituals of sacrifice
Ha!
Whose children do you believe
Attends the rituals
Believe me ...
We have so many souls of
"Not My Child"
A super nova trapped in ice
I will lead to firelight glow
Extingueshed brightness
Of what could have been
If only . . . . .
Well 'If Only'
An impressionable mind will see
My god as their own
A 'game' at first of belonging
That once played we can make
Oh so real
They will stand in firelight glow
In hooded gowns and feel that they
Now have a place in a world
That demands acceptance
Searching ... ever searching
For a place that they feel
Is there own
You will not give them a place?
We will
You are not to be ours?
Hold closely your children....
Darkness awaits the absence of love
This is the only dark write I have
ever done.
It was written many years
ago now, when my then
fourteen year old daughter
was invited to join in
the circle of the bondfire.
The conversation began with ...
"Mom, I can tell you where all the
missing animals are going"
We lived in a beautiful little
community with lakes, mountains
and woods all around us.
Exactly the type of place
that no one could invision this
type of activity happening
and certainly not among our
youg teens and young adults.
People's pets just begame
missing from their own yards.
The news had been filled with
their disappearances.
Years later
in a different community
a different state
our evening news last night
brought this same type of story
to our headlines with the
same possibilities being offered
as to why.
Thus 'Dark Angel'
has been brought again
to my posting page.
I appreciate those of you
that do not read 'Dark'
following this write
to its conclusion
It is very likely that you
will never see something
as this within my titles again.
AspiringAngel