Seclusion of a Lonely Poet

I am an angel of the wallowing shadows

Skulking at your most and then swallows

At your being and all that belongs to you

Turned on by that thing, your point of cue

Everyday I guard waiting for you to salute

Then seize you but tenderly and then shoot

The burning hell in so much of a pleasure

Don’t want to be afar, my new found treasure

Slithering snake of a liar, seventh angel’s on fire

All get so intense and still goes higher and higher

Lika a thief in the night with nothing in repent

Just to thrash you, my innocent sashaying serpent