I Am No Angel
Jennifer Paige©1997
I’m
no angel
Not white
My
wings are black satin
They engulf me like
a shroud
My
voice is not soothing
Not wind
Not rain
My
voice is a shrill chill cackle
Hail on the tin roof
My
skin is not radiant
Not glowing
Not ideal
My
skin is lucid
So pale it’s clear
The
veins you see there carry
Not honey
Nor life
But
the poison of the wicked
The curse
My
hair is not silk
Not golden
Not flame
My
hair is a tangle of ivy
And vine
And
these eyes are not placid
Not solace
Not kind
They
are the brimstone, the destruction
The hail of green fire
Obliviatiing all they
see
These
lips are not kissable
Nor soft
Nor luscious
My
lips are the devils, the temptation
The venomous smile
The death of nobility
and hope
My
hands are not saviors
Not light
Not strength
My
hands are the battlegrounds
Of ten-thousand wars
They hold the bitter
loses there
My
heart is not purity
Not love
Not heaven
My
heart is blackened stone
Impenetrable and never
to be possessed
Cold and small and buried
So
I beg you to reconsider
Your
title for me
Never
an angel of light shall I be
Nor the paragon of love
an hope
Unless
it be that the angel be dark
A minion of Lucifer,
the Father of Nothing,
A messenger of destruction
and all that is empty,
For
that is what I am
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