Once upon an evening clear
An Angel crossed my track;
Could not foresee the coming tears
And missed the wings of black.
He smiled at me and took my hand
The Devil's Waltz we danced.
The music played by unseen band
I left it all to chance.
As suddenly as he appeared, he left;
I stood amidst the softly falling feathers
Remnants of what was, now bereft
Ghosts of whispers, silent deceptive pleasures.
He walked away that night
yet still I danced the part
As I watched the Fallen Angel's flight
Toward another's heart.
*Rhiannon Oset* © Mar '09
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