Angel Overpeering ((poetry))

Anzel's picture
I linger o'er yonder in the little willow bed
You scratch, you nay, you whinney out, and I just scratch my head
I hear it not, the sounds of deer bemaskèd by the Gods
The fates are undesired, me...too fatal, face the odds


An angel lies in waiting at the very gates of hell
With a silver-golding Saint of breath, I know the toll, the bell...
Do you hear me...faint, my voice may be, but I still cry
Staring from the log, a mold...an algae to the eye


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Bored Anzel is staring at the Pond.
xhunter's picture

amazing poem inspirer

amazing poem Smiling

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Verdalas's picture

Dearest Anzel, Goddess of

Dearest Anzel, Goddess of Poetry, would you be as so kind as to link that page where you made a list of all your poems? I really would like to read them all again, but I have the worst time finding them.
Hubalaboo's picture

Aw... that's beautiful. Poor

Aw... that's beautiful. Poor Anzel. ;_; <33

(btw, I replied to Plume's valentine picture thing in response to Taint. :3)