Black Angel

By: Jennifer Miller
(Story in the form of a poem)


As the light faded
And I was thrown into utter darkness,
I could barely make out the figure ahead.
Blackened wings blended in with the dark,
And moon lit silver hair shimmered in the light.

I could see a gleam of metal,
As he turned to face me,
His silver eyes burrowing into my soul.

My heart jumped into my throat,
As he glided toward me,
But I hid my fear deep within.

Before I could blink,
He was there looking down,
Into my fearless eyes of gold.

Before I knew it,
His soft pink lips brushed against mine
And he told me he was my Black Angel.

I remember the stories my mom told me,
About the Black Angel.
“Black Angels descend to the earth,
To find the one they loved,
Then disappeared until fate came to play.”

So my Black Angel has come,
To take me away in his wings of night,
And love me till I die,
Then look again for another to love.
In a never ending circle of light and dark.

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Blown Out Candle

By: Jennifer Miller
(Story in the form of a poem)



I felt the poison blades cut deep.
Blood poured from the cuts upon my face,
But I couldn’t stop yet,
For it was too late.

I could feel the poison spreading quickly,
But I couldn’t stop yet,
For the child was in danger,
And I must keep him safe.

Everything around me was black as night.
I couldn’t see a thing,
Yet I acted on pure instinct.

I used my senses
And soon found the enemy.
Stretching out my hand,
I called upon my power,
And sent the holy power forward,
Striking the enemy full on.

All was quiet soon after,
But my own heartbeat in my ears.
I called out to the child,
Yet everything stayed still.


I felt myself grow faint,
But held on with strength,
And let my power leak out once more,
To find the slow heartbeat of the child.

I let myself fall in utter darkness,
Then I was awake days later,
To find my light in my eyes forever gone.

Just like a blown our candle,
My eyes have become.
Now I must get use to darkness,
In order to carry on.

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Ruler of Hell

By: Jennifer Miller
(Story in the form of a Poem)



The place I appeared was dark and hot.
I could hear agonizing screams
And smell burnt flesh and sulfur.
Fire erupted from many dark pits
And lava covered the walls.

As my eyes adjusted,
I could see people with wings,
And creatures with horns and red flesh.

A black castle sat upon an island,
Surrounded by flame.
I spotted a bridge,
It seemed to be the only one,
Leading to the castle gates.

I headed to the bridge,
Hiding as best as I could.
It seemed no one had spotted me yet,
So I quickly crossed,
And found myself within.

As I wondered through the corridors,
I could see soldiers and servants of different origins.
The servants seemed to be coming from double doors
And they were carrying food and utensils.
The soldiers, gleaming in their armor, watched ahead,
Guarding the doors to any intruder.

Before I could think what to do,
I was pushed ahead by the servants,
And quickly through the doors.

Across the room from me,
Upon a black, fiery throne of night,
Sat a person completely different.
He resembled a normal person,
Beside the horns and wings upon him.

His gaze came directly over me,
And everything went still.
Glowing red eyes bore into me,
Causing my fear to rise.
Then just like that everything continued,
And all was loud again.

Now I know where I had appeared
And my thoughts of Hell had changed.
At this very moment I knew I belonged,
So I took up a job in the castle,
To meet the Ruler of Hell once again.

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Ending Mortality

By: Jennifer Miller



The sun began to set over the horizon,
Casting an orange and yellow hugh over the landscape.
It’s rays began to dim as it dipped over the mountain peeks
Causing everything to become draped in utter darkness.

I shivered as I felt the coldness in my heart deepen
And the hunger in my gut awaken.
Blood is what I wanted,
What I need to sustain my immortal life.

I loved the sight of the crimson liquid,
The taste it left upon my tongue,
The hunger it washed away,
And the strength it gave me to live.

This draining of life pleased me,
Yet deep down I envied the mortal life,
The way they could die,
And their happiness that made me so empty.

I could feel my anger building up thinking of them,
They disgusted me!
I never could figure out why they held happiness,
They killed each other everyday!

My lips curled into a snarl
And I grabbed the mortal closest to me,
Ripping out his throat in my rage,
And draining that oh so precious life force.

I felt so wonderful,
Thinking about doing this to all of these pathetic creatures.
Maybe the world would be glad to be rid of them,
Maybe their deaths would stop this miserable feeling, forever.