Dark angel
Black hair that
shines in the moonlight.
Blue eyes that
no one really
notice them.
Everyone judge you
before they got
to know you.
Those blue eyes
and black hair
will never be
seen again.
You will not
find out what
the future had
for you because
it ends as
fast it could.
That black hair
turn red and
those blue eyes
were shut.
You are now
a dark angel.
-Gene Conner
February 24, 2006
I could picture the angel in my head while reading this poem.