Avenging angel on the stairs
Blood covered wings
Hands held in mid-air
Sword glistening
Can’t help but stare
Avenging angel sways in place
To a silent beat
Out of time and place
Save a life
Cut him down
Avenging angel falls to the ground
Bleeding from wounds and we grieve
Bleeding from wounds we can’t see
Avenging angel on the stairs
Avenging angel goes nowhere
Blood drips from white feathered wings
The king is dead
Long live the king
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I like this poem...the avenging angel now live, craving for food but eat dust...
I like this poem...the avenging angel now live, craving for food but eat dust...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting. You've entwined an amazing story into this poem. We have all watched our own angels fall, only to rise up again. Great write.