Angel (Iii) : Fallen Poem by Bryan Riley

Fallen angel at my feet
To what purpose have
you brought me here?
To look at this with
nothing more to fear
than your own shadow
dancing on the
winter sky
Try to remember the
time before the killing
wind lay waste this
barren shore

Before you run away
in shame, remember
why I've brought you
here- to hear the
chiming of the bell
which leads you solemn
to the fire
To hear these sermons
I would speak of
strong and virile,
soft and weak
Your spirit trembles at
my touch to find you are
beholden thus-
No tainted word lest
I retreat and find you
fallen at my feet.