New Born Angel

Walking down the weathered path,

eying an omen in the demon sky.

A single drop of blood from up above.

He knows, today is the day he shall die.

 

So he rose, rose up, up into the devilish sky!

No man shall keep him down from his final moments!

Even if it will send him to eternal torment!

He flew, flew among nature's planes.

 

Others stared in awe, as he embraced the sky.

Tears dropping from the fear of pain.

Creating a beautiful, sway of rain.

He smiled, this is the day he shall die.

 

Letting go of the connections to the ground.

Ripping himself from all of the distracting sounds.

He grew wings, wings of pure beautiful light!

And he flew; he flew into the peaceful night.

 

Floating in the waterless sea on our heads.

Millions greeted the moon from their beds.

As they look at the white angel with his wings.

Spreading love, peace, and calmness of all things.

 

The wings snapped.

 

And he dropped.

 

He fell, fell down from horrible heights!

The people screamed from the sight!

The wings of light faded into the night.

He met the ground with all of his might.

 

How can an angel with such delight,

give such a horrible deadly fright?

The man's bloodied corpse stood ahead.

It lay still, motionless and very, very dead.

Author's Note

Basically, all that glitters is not gold.

Reviews

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. ah, beautifully powerful and poignant writing ... i wish though ... with all my heart, soul and mind ... that angels could read this epic poetic tale ... it's so beautifully written and so haunting and so lethal ... and maybe try and change a few things ... i can't help but wonder what it would take to undo a faith thus shattered ...