poetry

I have a vision of this girl I have seen,
sitting down by the pond waring black wings.
I can't tell if she is sad,
or what feelings she has.
Is she lost or alone,
what has her reflction shown?
Should I go and stand by her side,
or will she run away and hide?
Wait, no she wont, she can't,
it's me that I see.
She is my dark angle,
her reflection is me.