The Angel With Horns

Original Poetry

His angel hid her horns so well,
dressed in white with beautiful dark skin
and an infectious voice.
She was a siren, luring him to his death
with the promise of ever lasting adoration
radiating from the essence of her being.
He wanted more of her,
and just when he got on his knees and begged for her,
she took off her veil and revealed her horns
embracing him wholeheartedly.

A Waltz of Shivers

Original Poetry

On an autumn morning when the sun is just beginning to rise,
and mist still suffocates the air with its veiled blanket of moisture,
a chill caresses your body as you are exposed to the raw cold.
This feeling of goosebumps crawling across my skin
and shivers waltzing down my spine
is sort of how I feel when I’m around
you.