Shadows Vs. Light Pt.3 Poem by Shelby Renee

Here I stand helpless and left for dead..
Trapped in this dream.....
Oh, Pure Angel...Don't leave me to die here..
Help me survive here....
Wake me from this dream..
This dream that has forced me to travel to the shadows..
Only to see myself in the wings of the black-winged creature...
Don't let me surrender....
Open your wings, Pure Angel...And fly us out of the darkness....
Fly over me, Pure Angel, and lift me from this shadowy place....
The Evil Angel is staring at me with those cold dead eyes...
Stealing the life from mine..
He's smiling at me with those venomous fangs....
The fangs that poison you till you no longer breathe the breath of life....
The dark figure of my past is still there...
Waving me...trying to pull me closer with her eyes...
Her eyes that are lifeless, dark, and cold as stone...
With her heart as black and frozen as the dead space itself...
Seeing my dark fears coming to life as she laughs with an evil smile...
Only wishing this dream would stop its efforts to corrupt me...
So I run out into the wastelands of broken desires...
Where the lies whispers in the wind inside your ears...
Where the rivers are filled with tears of disappointment...
Where the souls are cursed to wander in this god forsaken place...
Oh Pure Angel I’ll set you free from your torture chamber...
Where the Angel of Death awaits for your faith to be fulfilled...
From the brightest sunlight of the sun rays...
To the darkest shadows of the dreadful nightlife...
My sweet angel becomes corrupted and manipulated...
My Pure angel don’t you worry about a thing you’ll be freed...
As with a heart of gold and the spirit of a guardian angel...
You can't make it out of here alone...
You're trapped in this wasteland of nightmares and twisted fates....
I, myself, can't get out alone either...
I'm a pawn in this dreadful game of chess that absorbes you until you and the game become one....
But together we can escape.....Open your wings Pure Angel.....
Open your wings and I'll open my heart along with my eyes...
These eyes have been closed for far too long....
Your clothes are torn...your wings are weak...your eyes are sore...
But together.....the purity of your golden heart and soul will be our guide....
Our wish to survive will be the strength of your wings...
And I will be your eyes....
So stand up...stand up once more....
Stretch your wings once more...
We'll escape this pit in which misfortune has banished us to...
Together as one...we are the weakness.....and the conquerer of this manipulating fate of despair and agony