THE MISSION

Cherubs float me in a dream
fabrics of gold with silver seams
past purple sunsets, lakes of aquamarine
I brushed my hand above a stream
fingers turned to a crystal gleam,
gathering into visions and of truths unseen

above mountains shining in a diamond glow
plucked from the air, a cherub grabbed a crow
ripped off it's wings and fell into a veil
and the Cherub sung to me
my mission must not fail,
as the other faltered and cried a wail,

darkness had ensued, smoke and fire below,
red and yellow embers turned the sky aglow,
screams and madness not seen by human eyes
entering where souls are tortured but never die

alarms of the 'one', rang the haunting bells
a mission to grab a key from the bleeding well
peace be on to earth and of wars to quell
two cherubs left me right in front of the gates of hell

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

A very intense flow that draws in the reader. The words leave one with the haunting feeling but exhilarated as it seems a warrior has a mission to sacrifice self for "Peace be to earth". Love it!