There’s a dark angel who haunts my dreams. Drenched in midnight and black raven hair. A seemingly dark blazing eyes. A hole in me they seem to burn. A voice so clever to haunt my soul it seems. A figure bathed in uncertainty it fills my dreams. He seems to see the very things I feel. Naked I seem under his dark piercing eyes.

Looking to the skies I seem to hear the soft flutter. A soft wisping of the winged creature. The snowy white creature he turns when he fears my human stare. How does it feel to need such an immortal creature. The need to feel the softness of his touch. A need to understand his disturbed nature. Who is this creature who haunts me night by night? A name I long to hear whispered on the wind.