Morrow's Angel

Slender figure draped dourly in sable
perched in awkwardness

Casting forth triste laden crystals to the ebb
of the morning tide

True vision of benevolent spende, r hidden beneath
the cold grey veil of melancholy

Sunshines ray's dancing joyfully upon dark,
rich, aurburn locks

Emerald colored eyes tainted bye salted tears
blazed by fury

Oh morrow's angel break free from your spintered pillory
grace this day with your smile

Heed no longer the profane taunts of demons
serving lugubriousness

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poem by Mark Crane
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