The colored pencil illustration of my wife's beautiful poem. She really does bring out the best in me, and inspires my best work. Enjoy her poetry below.
Angel of Death
By Patricia Fernandez-Rathgeber
“Come dance in the moonlight, little sister.” He calls
The blades sheen reflects off my pale skin
His shadow grows up against the dark walls
As we dance, the darkness blends and I don’t know where he ends and I begin
A tear against the flesh gives way to liquid crimson
The blood, it streams down to the ground
I watch my life melt away, a stream that glistens
The silence is so loud even though there is no sound
He turns me, dips me and I feel faint
I float like a feather, so light weight
He kisses me, my metallic Saint
The taste of his victory over me, I’ve met my fate
The nirvana of the spins makes me drunk as I slowly lose life
His wings spread wide like a bird of prey with meat in his sight
I can’t refuse his kiss, no strife
Growing weak, I no longer put up a fight
I allow myself to fade in his arms
Taking it all in, my memories flash by so fast
Soaking up all his whispery charms
His kiss, the sin, is my very last.
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