she hovers high above my shoulder,
i the key, she the beholder
in time of need i see her there
with flowing hair, penitrating stare
she puts me in a strange daze,
using all the forgotten ways.
she etches images into my mind,
dark and disturbing, friendly and kind.
energy flows like water and wine,
our thoughts entagle, hers with mine.
we switch places i am flying,
she is living, slowly dying
i have these powers you can't handle,
melt you like a burning candle.
she is powerless, defensless you see, wanting to switch again with me
i laugh at her and fly away,
i am the dark angel to this very day.