My dark angel stood awaiting my return.
Her eyes glowed red,
Her lips pursued in a calm yet impatient way.
She stood on the rock, her hair whistling free,
Necklaces lay around her neck.
Her hands seemed to grab for something,
That wasn't there.
All the gods in the atmosphere couldn't help her will.
The clouds circled where she stood,
Engulfing her within their midst.
The rocky platform supported her as she stood hair width,
Away from the edge.
She opened her arms wide,
Her clothes gripped desperately at the misty haze,
Clinging to the wind she flew, momentarily.
Tumbling down into the shadowy cluster below.
No scream but for the winds' sad moan,
My dark angel awaits.

By Siobhan
Date: 23/May/2004