Come this night I tell thee this
Of a human anointed such plight
That the angels feared when her rite was near
And the devil cowered, contrite
In life she wrote a harmless page
When nothing belied none else
She did some good, some false but gauged
Never paid at the price none sells
Had the good of heart required of all
Since time immemorial's days
And the angels feared when she took the fall
While the devil did change his ways
Carved a path of stone through flames
The nether she did traverse
To see all through, the sick and lame
And she guided them by the stars
Gave them hope, her own would do
Herself never was at fore
Yet when they passed, all safely through
They left her at the shore
She watched them go from the lone man's rest
Her voice stuck in her throat
The angels shamed at this kind of test
The devil didn't even gloat
When night fell fast she would find a cove
Or a quarry to settle into
When the day turned red, blood rained from above
She was cut and limping too
She longed for warmth and a tender touch
Not one she'd saved came back
And she cried that night when she had had much
And she fell on the grassy track
Her legend was forgotten, her name none knew
But the village she helped build thrived
For with her last breath, she wished them to
Be good like her and strive
She helped them all so they shed no tear
Till her last breath she held hope tight
Even dead she taught the devil to fear
They named her the Angel of Light.
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Angel of Light
PoetryBetrayal often comes from where we least expect it. Cover image of the Angel of Light, a willpower in Wartune.