Dark Angel

Dedicated to Baruch Santana, aka, BS

Dark Angel

This is my prayer for you that you will overcome, strength meeting
You in the night, saved by right, the sound of life, still,
In dead of night you can be, but chance a fission, in the mountains.
Angels beckoning you from,
Way up high.
All that is after every path of knowledge, in Her holy sight may you, ever and always,
Be made, created anew under her gaze. What does this mean, says he? Come hither, she gestures- then to her child and he sees
Her grace, upon embracing, love you could just imagine and
Melted like a graven image, into
Transcendence holding up his face, to every person who sees and grieves the
Error of the beast, embedded,
in the way of sin. Could not lead them the path of silence into, could not bring them eternal life,
The night is,
Deceptive, peace and quiet is in the grace of every saintly prophet. Angels find a gem when entering the wake,
Of twilight’s announcement, in the land of
Dark, lifted by faces who cannot weep for none but they, are
In a pact with the devil, but you who have,
Seen God’s face.