146. Fallen Angel Rises Poem by Jaden Knight
146. Fallen Angel Rises
I got the fallen angel to my home
my soft blue coat wrapped around her
covering her ragged robe
I offered her treatment food and rest
she refused any of these things
all she wanted was a loving kiss
She dropped my coat upon the floor
and pressed her body up against mine
she looked into my eyes
begged me to give her what she demanded
As my lips touched hers she burst a flame
we became surrounded in an sphere of golden fire
she began to rise up from the ground
and I was pushed out of the orb to the floor
Her wounds instantly closed and healed
the rags she wore became a shining robe
both wings dropped their scars and grew back stronger
her hair became it’s tumbling tide once more
her eyes and face began to glow as they did
and her golden halo re-formed above her head
Her transformation now complete
she stared at me in wonder
the look on her face was so heavenly
I could have passed away right then
She said to me as she helped me up
“this was a test for people of your town
Many passed me and wanted to hurt me in some way
yet you decided to take me in and try treat my wounds
with not a thought of assault and rape on your mind
you just wanted to help me”
“For this simple act I’ll reward you if I can
Name your reward and I’ll make it yours”
“Dear angel” said I “I cannot accept a reward off you
the reward I wanted I already have
with that huge smile upon your face lovely face”
When she heard my words she started to cry
and diamonds formed about her feet
she looked and me and replied
“Though you ask for no reward,
I will give these gems to you
a mere token of my appreciation
I’ll watch over you for the rest of your days
until we can meet again in a better place”
With that my angel disappeared
in a tall pillar of silver flames
I’ll admit that I want to see her again
until then I will wait patiently
I hope to see her waiting at my life’s end
ready to welcome me in
was the robe raged or ragged? and i 'm trying to picture her bursting a flame; does that mean she burst into flames or that a flame shot out of her mouth? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i got this from a wikipedia article about the word reform: Re-form A note about spelling: when used to describe something which is physically formed again, such as re-casting it in a mold/mould, or a band that gets back together, the proper term is re-form (with a hyphen) , not reform. ========================== you've got face lovely face ....................i think you told me once that you type poems on a small screen and may not proofread before submitting to PH. it might keep me from stopping to comment so often if you [and others] would proofread more and/or better. this is a friendly suggestion. no harm meant! [or did you MEAN to write face lovely face? ] - - - - - - - - - - - - - the last two stanzas more than made up for any errors earlier. i REALLY liked them (the last two stanzas) ! ! ! ! i wish some chick would drop a load of diamonds at MY feet for being a nice guy! - - - - - - - - - - - as for the (no) rape part: i'm glad you mentioned it. i guess it is realistic enough. maybe if she hadn't looked so bad when he met her [in Fallen Angel] it would have been a different story. just joking, sort of; sorry! thanks for sharing. bri :) i hope all readers realize this poem is a sequel to your poem 145. Fallen Angel. i liked that one better, but this one is good. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 11:26:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely dream perhaps?