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The Fatal Meeting

Before me
Stood an angel...
Its hostile eye-look
Seemed to hate me...

Its body, shaped in penumbra,
Was even paler
Than the darkness surrounding it...

No human eye
Could have dug
The deep darkness
Of this abyss...

Only a soul
Is able to survive
In a place
Filled with so much pain...

The angel was staring at me
And seemed to want to drink
From the source of my soul,
Yet so acid...

Then without any movement
Without any word...
It turned its back from me
And disappeared in darkness...

Humiliating me by its scorn...

Did it want to test my strength,
My will for choosing this side of the mirror ?
Yet I knew that I would
Never see it again...

I remained without answer,
Perhaps for eternity...

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