Beware of beautiful gifts that look too good to be true.
She knelt before me on the old faded carpet
with large wings on her back as dark as pitch
loose feathers danced in the light breeze
as the thin white curtains gently billowed around her.
Her features remained hidden in the shadows
her long silver hair tumbling down
my eyes roamed over her perfect body wondering,
what secrets does she keep?
Her beauty was unsurpassed by anything on earth
I saw the sweet face of an angel as she lifted her head
finally, our eyes met and time stood still
while all the horrors of the universe were revealed to me.
Not an angel at all, but one of the fallen
with one look she stopped my heart cold
passing on the fear and agony no mere mortal can contain…
I heard myself scream as I descended into the dark.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Sometimes a story of mine will be written in free verse form.