I will still love you

Dove among a fleet of crows

Black rose among a field of lilies

Black sheep among a herd of white fleeced sheep

A walking dead man...

Yet you ignored the stench that reeks from my graveyard linen

I sought for comfort among the gloomy shade

Saw colour in its absence

Yet you looked beyond my invisible world

Over the invisible walls that surround me

And saw colour in what I was...a black angel

So though they see failure in whom you are

I will see someone victorious...one who won my heart

Though they see no hope in your words

I will see a light at the end of the tunnel

Though they treat you with resentment

I will show them a friend closer than a brother

Though they accuse you and shame you

I will be there to count one by one as they leave without casting a single stone

Though they cursed at you for walking in the path of the “un righteous”

I will be there to show them that every sinner is a potential saint

Though they won’t believe a single word I have typed here tonight

I will be there smiling knowing that someone believed in me

And saw a friend

Judged me not by name, colour or looks

Or the sweetness of the words I spoke

But for the true treasure that lay inside a black heart

A treasure so bright now that heart is as white as snow

That treasure you helped me see...

Through every deed and every word

Every day and every comment

You helped me see angels that cared to touch a cold heart

You helped me understand what love really is

That true love does exist

And I will still love you

No matter the odds

Valley of Dry Bones by Chris Burgett

I’m surrounded by death

All I see are eyeless faces

Their sunken faces glare at me

Their twisted mouths laugh at me

Yet they move

They breathe

Together they raise their gaunt hands in praise

In unison they bend their shrunken knees in prayer

Skeletal fingers play across the piano keys

As a well-dressed cadaver leads the song

Yet they have no life

They have no hope

They are filled with empty despair

They have no life in their hearts

Their religious songs are a death rattle

Their preaching like the gasps of a dying sow

No life, No hope

No peace, No help to me

He is the Way, the Truth and the Life

They are a Maze, many Lies and Fatality

A Valley of dry bones unaware of their ruination

Unaware they are singing on the edge of destruction

A white-washed tomb

A pretty casket

Their mouths gaping open like a carcass

Brains slipping through emaciated fingers

Their heart dead, empty and gone

They pray yet God is not with them

Will the Spirit come

Will life water flow

As I lift my finger in judgment against them

I see dead flesh hanging from my hand

When did I join in their macabre dance

When did I become a decrepit corpse

Her Angel

He is the one who heals broken hearts;

He is her angel when the yelling starts.

As she cry's he hold's her tight;

He will protect her when they start to fight.

Seeing through her eyes he saw the knife;

He knew she was going to end her life.

He opened his arms and held her tight;

that's when she began to see the light.

She spoke to him asking if he was God;

He looked at her and said yes with a nod.

He healed her broken heart;

and informed her that they shall never part

(from christiangoths.com)