Rantsicle 7, On Love and Fear

My dark angel she descends
Brooding in the half-light
Angel touching ground, she weeps

Teardrops on dark water, rippling
Her visage moves towards me, omniscient
I who float precariously on Oblivion's shore

Eyes opening, I behold her Magdalene stare
My soul writhes, I start to sink
Half-submerged, my mind in silence screams...

I fell, like poor Icarus once did
Plummeting, drowning in my watery grave
Clinging on Hope's desperate wings, suddenly

I stop, embrace Tranquility's cold arms
Better this death, than life without her black sun.