Gabriel Rising

Gabriel Rising

He watched the horror unfold

as the Bringer of Light

became lowered in blackness

and was cast to hell's gate,

there to dance with putrid flesh.

He stood, arms folded,

drew himself, bulging biceps, iron torso,

to his full height.

Golden locks flowing in the warm

breeze of heaven’s zephyr,

He let his soft wings unfurl

and held them aloft,

a guardian

the protector

his mission clear.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

lots of drama,another good poem, might be worth to make hell`s gate possessive,nice work..

[Archangel Gabriel]

Thank you Leslie have corrected the error

[Kristin Lee]

This ones interesting, it has such strong imagery and feels more like a short clip from a fable than a poem. A yet it reads so smooth. I like it.

[Archangel Gabriel]

Thank you Kristin

[Don Shaw]

Awesome, i love it.

[Archangel Gabriel]

Thank you Don.

[Cool Handless Luke]

Again more strong imagery with an ominous ending.

[Archangel Gabriel]

Thank you so much Jeff.

[gabrielle]

VEry vivid imagery you created in here. I could almost hear Archangel Gabriel unfurl his wing. Nice

[Archangel Gabriel]

Many thanks Gabrielle