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Poem:

Angel feathers soft and bright
Turned dark and cold by the night
A deep sigh, the lonely sound of breathing
Bouncing off the walls as he lays, chest heaving

The touch of lips turned to ice
Cool against the metal of malice
The night is quiet and frightening
But his eyes say all, like lightening

Listen to the tales of toil and hearts breaking
This angel is fallen, his wings long taken
Black as obsidian, frustrated and angry
They’ve flown through sadness and woe aplenty

Beaten, dirty, torn and tattered
For centuries his words have not mattered
Humans are no longer to be protected, only slain
This savior turned demon follows with pain

Heaven is no more, humans are devils
God is replaced by hierarchy and levels
How can we save them if we are no better?
This angel is dying, his soul dark and fettered

The angel is bound by our selfish greed
Chained and impaled by want, not need
Seeking the blood of mortals to feed

Heaven is no more, because of our lies
Man no longer cares if the angel dies
Casting itself carelessly into its own demise

Listen, listen, to the tales of old
When life was not only about power and gold
Locked within the angel’s dark eyes
Orbs created by truth, tainted by lies

Only to be spoken when
His heart starts beating again