Claire V. Bogdanos

The dark angel has passed me by

One cannot guess how glad am I

I’ve been upon this path before

And grateful now he’s skipped my door.

I am not ready yet to die

There is much left that I must ply

Perhaps he’ll understand my plight

Convinced I’m not too weak to fight.

Of course he’ll try another day

And know when I can’t longer stay

But when that time arrives at last

I’ll pack my dreams and exit fast !