Fog surrounds me
Night takes hold
Air is chilly
Moon light fights her way down
Kept in a trance
Not able to look away
Forlorn
Glistening silver comes near
Pendant round a neck
White skin covered in black silk
Wide black canopy drapes to the ground
Long pale fingers touch my face
Fear is replaced by calm
This dark is not evil
Closer to heaven I never been
Morbid maybe on first appeal
Her touch is tender
Giving rest to a mind astray
An angel in a black dress
Rens Molenaar (2 April 2006)
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