Angels Poem by Sally Walker

Pure, glowing, blissful, beautiful beings.
Surrounding our lives.
Derived from the heavens.
Slicing through our deadly seven.
Blessing us all with a great mall full of the strongest material.
No items.
Only experience and emotion.
To relieve from all the commotion.
Downing this love potion you experience no drawbacks.
No black magic or dark evil.
But light and a newfound sight.
Such wonderful delight is poured through your life.
Interwoven through your timeline.
Shining bright.
Losing need for fight but rather flight.
To soar as they do.