In shadows deep, where light does flee,
There dwells a creature, dark and free.
A being born of night's embrace,
With wings of ebony, a figure of grace.
The Dark Angel, with eyes of coal,
A silent guardian of secrets untold.
In realms unseen, it roams the night,
A specter of darkness, a celestial sight.
Its wings unfurl, a midnight shroud,
As it soars through skies, without a sound.
A creature of beauty, yet feared by all,
For it walks the line between rise and fall.
With every step, it leaves no trace,
A phantom of darkness, a ghostly chase.
Its presence felt, a chill in the air,
As it whispers secrets, with dare...
Written By,
Ivan Edwin MAXIMUS.
