The Night I Stumbled

Shadows cast upon the angels face, her eyes they seemed so broken, But nothing wrong she claimed, from her daze now woken, The beast turned a statue like the gargoyle in a tale of old, Could think of not a word but to move would turn the world more cold, Then came the gap, like a wound and hope fell through the earth, One question one answer on a blank page, not a chapter's birth, Slight relief by far matched not the disappointment, Clock ticked, the seat, the slap and that the ointment, A murder of crows rest upon medusa's stare, Goddess so dark yet live for all things fair, And in those oceans the dreams of silence's death, And in the fruit sleeps the kiss of angels breath, Open eyes to the darkness of failure, How many test, how many trails to endure, The morning lacks your sent thus the load of my heart increased, Yet the bond is sealed, the journey has begun, a soul for the beast.