My Angel
I watched, wide-eyed in fear as the angel descended upon me.
He was beautiful--more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen before. His features are flawless and straight, although his eyes are the most alluring thing about him--they are depthless and brooding; the color of a thunderhead before the storm breaks. Despite his beauty an unknown terror clutched me as he approached.
Everywhere around me was dark; except near my angel. A strange halo of light radiated off of his porcelain skin.
Slowly and gracefully he approached me in my dark dusty corner.
The angel smiled mockingly at me as I peeked up at him. He wasn’t how I imagined an angel should be. . .maybe he wasn’t an angel though--I couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t reaching out with compassion and tenderness; instead there seemed to be a cold cruelty about him.
Frightened I shuffled away from him, towards the dark that always kept me hidden, but I made the mistake of meeting his mesmerizing eyes.
“Run,” he commanded me. His voice was powerful and beautiful, like bells tolling over the hills.
Not wanting to anger my angel, I obeyed. I ran blindly into the darkness and away from him and his light although echoes of his command seemed to follow me.
I ran back into the darkness that soon engulfed me.
EDIT: I added a description of him.
