In shadows draped, where whispers dwell,
I emerge, a soul both heaven and hell.
A spectral figure, cloaked in despair,
A dark angel's presence, born of nightmares.

Born of anguish, my wings unfold,
Feathers black as night, stories untold.
A vessel of sorrow, a heart icy cold,
Bearing scars of battles within my soul.

Through depths of darkness, I find my way,
Guided by moonlight, a nocturnal stray.
In cobwebbed corners, I seek my solace,
A haunted spirit, consumed by malice.

My gaze, a tempest of stormy skies,
With piercing eyes that mesmerize.
Beneath my facade, secrets reside,
A maelstrom of emotions I cannot hide.

In crimson ink, my sins are penned,
The inkwell tainted, the page condemned.
A symphony of darkness, my heartstrings play,
A melody of sorrow, that won't fade away.

Whispers follow, as I tread the night,
A spectral figure, veiled in moonlight.
A bearer of secrets, a reaper of sin,
The dark angel's arrival, where shadows begin.

But beneath this veil, I yearn for light,
To break free from the chains that bind so tight.
For in the abyss, a glimmer of hope,
A chance to redeem, to break the dark's yoke.

So fear me not, for I bear no ill will,
A paradox of shadows, a prophecy fulfilled.
The dark angel's journey, an eternal fight,
To find redemption, in the depths of night.