poem- my dark angel

he appeared from out of the mist
he looks like an angel
an angel with a edge
a bad boy edge
the edge that will make you turn bad yourself

his mind is of pure hatred
but his face is of an angel
he says he is a fallen angel
my fallen angel
the angel i've been waiting for

his wings are pure black
his soul turned to hatred
if you see him in his all black
you might think he is just a son of the devil
but he is my fallen angel

the dark angel of mine
is named armand he is an arch angel
my arch angel
my love
my soulmate

my one true love
if he was real we would be together
oh my dark angel
my soulmate
my love

oh how i want to be with my dark angel
as his black wings cover me
with love and friendship
we both become one
one with each other