To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

The Angel By My Bedside

When angels fall with broken wings
I can’t give up, I can’t give in
When all is lost and daylight ends
I’ll carry you and we will live forever…

~*~

I lay cowering in my bed with some salt and a glinting knife

As they lurk by the foot of my bed, ruthless creatures of the night

Wraiths and monsters and ghosts and shapeshifters galore

Wendigos and werewolves, shadowy demons in their pure raw horror

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I’ve tried to fight back, to find my instincts as a hunter

There’s no one left to protect me for they’ve both gone, my mother and father

And my bold little brother, who sits and fights beside me too

I try to keep a brave façade for him, but I know he could see it through

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What’s little of our protective bed is being shaken, slowly being torn apart

We’re both standing on our tiptoes as we slash at their unbeating hearts

But we feel a touch at our shoulders, a radiant light fills the hopeless room

An angel has finally heard our screams, saved us from certain doom

.

Hearing our desperate prayers when every angel turned a deaf ear

Cast out of heaven and rendered weak, yet he still rebelled from what they feared

The angel by my bedside, taking great lengths of risk to protect us outright

Ensuring our bed of hope never crumbles, and always providing his ethereal nightlight.