Lost Guardians

Two lost Guardian Angles recant their tales.

One came from the South.

One came from the North.

Two guardian angels,

stripped of their wings. 

The one from the North went first.

His assignment: a musician.

The dope and the cocaine,

Too much for the man to handle,

Killed him at the ripe age of twenty-two.

The one from the South went next.

His assignment: A business man.

The dough and the deals,

That horrified one client,

Killed him at the ripe age of thirty-two.