My Dark Angel

As I repose in peace, she guards upon me.

When I am about to take a fallacious stride,

she compels me to foresee.

If I falter in my path, she grabs my arm.

When I am perturbed, she calms me with her charm.

When I am down, she boosts me up.

And sets me sail on the waves of hope.

If the going gets rough & I ain’t nimble enough,

She takes my hand and aids me cope.

She is headstrong, she is spry,

There is none like her,

No matter how much you try.

As tenebrous clouds of gloom impend on me,

She emerges like the incandescent silver line in the sky.

When I drift away to a whimsical land,

She pricks and jerks me back to reality,

Even before I can defy.

She scratches, she bites,

but she is dead scared of heights.

If you pester her, she smacks hard & kicks higher,

but she is petrified of fire.

If you tickle her then she turns crimson

and sanguine like a cherry.

With her demeanor she makes everyday merry.

At times she is like a tongue-twister,

And sometimes she acts like an archaic transistor,

Oh and when she unravels a secret ‘bout me,

She wears a smirk so sinister.

Now.. who could that be other than my big sister!

I know she bears a mystic magic wand,

And sometimes she wanders away to a far off land..

She is .. “My Dark Angel”.