Bloody wings

A Poem by WindsorWolf28

A broken and torn angel
Has just lost her wings

Bloody stumps on her back.
Such gruesome things.

Feathers fall softly
To the blood stained floor.

And a shaded figure
Stands in the door.

She gasps for air
As she lays on the ground

She sobs quietly,
Afraid to make too loud a sound.

Her beauty begins to fade
And her halo clatters to the floor.

She's terrified
But she cannot lose this war.

She pushes herself to get up,
And she staggers to her feet!

The shadows in the room gasp,
This couldn't possibly be!

She claws the wall,
Feeling her way,
Leaving blood stains
In her wake.

She wears a pained expression,
Her brow shines with sweat.

Her back drips blood.

But she's not done yet.

The man in the door,
He is shocked.

He shows an emotion,
One he long ago locked away.

She picks up the knife,
The same terrible thing
That sliced and chewed
And severed her wings.

But it isn't over.
She still isn't done.

This is her battle.
And it's one that she won.

© 2014 WindsorWolf28

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Coyote Poetry

Good vision create by the strong description. I like the way you gave the broken Angel energy to hold hope and go forward. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
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