Dark Horse

Sad sweet angel, tortured soul, no fault innate that makes you weep;
When we’re entwined and room is still, what awful demons haunt your sleep?

Your spirit flies not in blue skies but in a void that's dark and cold;
Time and again you tried to soar but, as before, your wings were sold.

Virtue ripped from tender grasp, mocked and trampled in the rain;
Poisoned feelings, twisted sight, you sought delight to ease the pain.

Dressed in robes your demons chose, not to adorn but to enclose
Your heart’s true light beneath a shroud and fill your nights with ill repose.

Unbidden Fate brought to your door unlikely knight astride dark horse
To carry maiden from the keep and set upon a different course.

My sweet angel! Lift your face and bathe in love that’s good and true!
Strength is my sword, Honor my shield; faithfully will I serve you.

tsk/01/23/07