Fallen Angel
written by: Barbara Avon
@barb_avon
Why don’t you come to me, Serafina?
Swaddle me within your wing.
I long to wear it like a serape,
To oust the fiend,
Who avowed a love, so pure.
Tarnished halo,
Driven mad by a wanton woman.
Ardor has seeped from his heart, like
Soulful excrement.
APR/MAY 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Barbara Avon is a multi-genre Author. She has written since she was young, pursuing her dreams and vowing to write for as long as she can. She has worked at several different media publications and will continue to publish novels until “her pen runs dry”. In 2018 she won FACES Magazine's "Best of Ottawa" award for female Author and Spillwords "Author of the Month". She believes in paying it forward and you can read about this belief as the theme is given voice in most of her books. Avon lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, Danny, their tarantula, Betsy, and their houseplant, Romeo.
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