An Angel in Black Coat (In Love With a Stranger).
Ebizimor loves writing, especially poetry and has being writing poetry since childhood.
An Angel in Black Coat (In Love With a Stranger)
In the storm in a dark night
In the form of a black knight
In front of my back door
Came a knock on my black door
That turned me burning
And my dog barking
The moon was gone from the sky
The stars had no place in the sky
only the applauding thunder
and the lightning that made me ponder
had and gave order in the night
except that nothing was in order in the night
I turned the lights on
And walked down the corridor with the lights on
the storm was heavy
my thoughts made my heart heavy
the lights went off on the way
and the flashlights from heaven lit the way
The lightning turned on a blast of thunder
As I held the knob and did my last ponder
the dog was calm now
except for a singing voice that got me calm now
taking a last deep breathe
before I stand the face of my threat with warm breath
't was a damsel in black suit
that applied for refuge in my suite
the head was covered in a hood
but it was the eyes that melted my mood
she was drenched all over her coat
so that she had to change into a new coat
the thunder was groaning fiercely
that too made my dog started groaning fiercely
when she bounced inside
I bounced the door quickly stopping the rain from splashing inside
but the damsel was solely shivering
I bounced her to a room and she kept quivering
I made ready for her warm water to bath
and she had a warm bath
and she ate my savory meal
her eyes that looked like steel
made me cool and still
like a graveyard then the night went still
in the extreme silence of the night
in the times when the sun was nigh
she got bare and ready for bed
and I went there to dress her bed
and there came a beaming light from her open door
and got me stuck in front her already open door
and she was bare on the bed
when I stared on the bed
only the owl began to cry
and the stars began to smile in the sky
and the frogs choir and the
crickets choir, chirping, made a great band
it was already morning
and she was already ready for wandering
and I gave her my best coat
and she left wearing my best coat
in a frozen morning
and I ended up mourning…
why I let her go…
she was just wayfaring
and I wondered if last night was every night in my life.
© 2018 Ebizimor Boloukie
Comments
Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on July 02, 2018:
That's a lovely poem. Thankyou for sharing. =)
