The Road To Perdition, Michael, Verse Ii - Poem by Captain Cur
I found her working a city street.
I asked her price.
She responded; "Salvation."
I liked this one.
I laughed and told her to get in.
She asked; "Who are you? "
I said; "Michael."
She asked; "The Archangel? "
I smiled and said; "Yes! "
I was full of vengeance.
I moved her in with me.
She did not object.
I wouldn't have to go out
looking every night.
She was like tarnished bronze,
something shiny under there
but heavily layered.
She just needed to be stripped.
I was very good with my hands.
Her eyes were quiet blue,
deep and mesmerizing.
Her skin a pale milky white.
She had two long scars on her back.
When I queried, She said;
"Once I had wings."
I brought her down to earth.
I don't remember when I started hitting her.
It's not something a man writes down.
He doesn't know the hurt
until he sees her the next morning.
I swore it would not happen again.
We both knew it was a lie.
She never put up her hands.
That was the strange part.
She accepted every blow.
When I asked about it.
She said; "I need to suffer to be purged."
I never stopped purging.
She told me her name was, Fallen Angel.
I asked, "Did your parents give you that name? "
She said; "I left my place in heaven.
I was attracted by the ways of the flesh."
I asked her; "Do you like what you found? "
When I wearied of her I cast her out.
She asked; "Where will I go? "
I told her; "Walk the road to perdition."
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The Road to Perdition
The Road to Perdition, Michael, Verse II
The Road to Perdition, Quilted Wings, Verse III
Dawn's Rebellious Incitation
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