a poem

~first i must apologise for my previous post, i don't hate arrogant people, i know alot of them and i dont hate them, just their arrogance, hate the sin and love the sinner so on and so forth...

but still, i have a new found love of poetry, i like to write it, but all my inspiration comes at night, and by the time i've finished thinking about it i cant remember any of it, and if i try to write them down, it just comes out all wrong, i suck at poetry, but here's one someone else wrote, (you could probably already tell)

Alas my love, you say goodbye
Wipe the poison from my brow
Alas my love, this guilty night
It gives me up like a foster child
And in this moment I take my vow
These angels sleeping at my feet
And in this moment you do not know how
How my spirit wants to flee
You see it was one man against the night
Taking on a multitude
That had left him high and dry
No candle burning vigil could light the way
Darkness hit the ground like a fallen satellite
He wrestled until morning
With human souls and dark angels
And there he finished his work
On the third day

~Amen~