Waltz With The Grim Reaper

All is silent, except for the hollow breathing of the cold, icy figure.

Nothing can break her out of this trans,

as she waltzes silently with the Grim Reaper.

His marble, boney fingers  trace up and down her back,

she shivers delicately, somehow calm and relaxed.

His long black robes flow around him, framing his shape,

"Stay with me", he pleas,

"I do," she vows.

Even if she wanted to,

she could not escape his glance.

She stares into his endless, black eyes

as he glides her across the dark room.

She rests her head on his lifeless chest,

closes her eyes and says hello to death....

Let The Writing Begin

Hello everyone :)

I'm Angelique, or Angie for short. Why have I started this blog? For a number of reasons, the main one being I have wanted to start one just for fun for a long time but have been too scared to. I should at least give it a go though, right?
I will mainly share poems and stories I have written, I hope they are somewhat entertaining.
Maybe I might turn this into a personal blog, but for now I'll express myself through my writing.

It was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.


That is probably my favourite quote of all time. 


Feel free to let me know what you think.