Ministration I: Angels Die Poem by Dan Debello

Let's mourn for every fallen angel
Pick up each dismal, insignificant feather we see lying on the stained ground
Pray we don't suffer the same fate
As we work our way to that silver peak up there
And watch as dreams
Flash before our innocent eyes

As we tread the cursed land
Where the seraphs met their doom
Where no peace is given by the falling rain
I'll walk with you in this land of broken dreams


Though shattered glass impedes our ascent
I'll hold you through the dark
With hope, burning in this heart
That angel's tears light the way

And even though angels themselves found no solace in the rain clouds
We'll make our way to the stars, my love
Some day, we'll find our place upon the golden moon
Amidst this dying celestial grave