Among'st Them All Poem by Michael Gale

Among'st Them All.
They still remain tall.
Taller than the Red Woods, fell.
This I secretly do You tell.

These Beings walked upright
and high.
Snoring at night like
the fallen sigh.

They were the fallen Angels, tho'
This fact, should All We know.

They disappeared beneath the great
flood waters across this orb.
Their tombs to This Earth, was
inhaled and impelled to absorb.

To dirt to dirt.
Withered and rotted,
Thy clothed, shirt.

Fallen from God's own grace.
In this place, this place to face.

That was their fate.
Forever and ever dead to date.