A LESSON ON BLACK ANGELS
"In the beginning, the clouds parted,
and down came the angels.
One by one,
they plummeted into the sky,
with their wings folded tightly
around their bodies.
And as they picked up speed
their heavenly light
turned into golden fire,
Illuminating the night like falling stars."
DO NOT IMPEDE ON THE ANGEL'S DUTY.
THEY HAVE DESCENDED TO EARTH TO PROTECT
THE SOULS WHO HAVE SUFFERED CENTURIES LONG,
STOLEN FROM THEIR ANCESTRAL LANDS
NOT BY THE WILL OF THEIR OWN.
DO NOT CRY.
OUT OF WONDER OR FEAR.
FOR THE ANGELS WILL MISTAKE YOUR TEARS
FOR THE RAIN THAT WEIGHS DOWN
THEIR OUTSTRETCHED WINGS.
DO NOT STARE.
FOR MORTALS WERE NOT BUILT TO
GAZE INTO THE GOLDEN EYES
OF HEAVENLY BEINGS,
WHO SET CLOUDS ABLAZE
AND BREATHE LIFE INTO STARS.
DO NOT SAY AN ANGELS NAME ALOUD.
FOR THE TONGUES OF THE WARM BLOODED
WERE NOT MEANT TO REPEAT
THE EPITHETS OF THE ETHEREAL.
DO NOT MISTAKE THESE ANGELS
FOR THE BLUE-EYED CHERUBS
PLASTERED ON SUNDAY SCHOOL WALLS.
OR FOR THE PALE CREATURES WITH WHITE WINGS,
ON THE STAINED-GLASS WINDOWS
OF THE GREATEST CATHEDRALS.
THE ANGEL'S PURPOSE
IS NOT TO SMITE,
BUT TO INSTILL ETERNAL PEACE
UPON THE MORTALS
WITH SUNKISSED SKIN.
UNFIT FOR THE SET STANDARDS OF BEAUTY.
THEY DISTORT THE EUROPEAN LENS YOU ATTEMPT
TO UNDERSTAND THEM FROM.
THEY ARE THE PUREST FORM OF DIVINITY.
SKIN BLACKENED BY HEAVENLY LIGHT,
VEINS PUMPING WITH SYRUPY ICHOR,
AND WITH WINGS AS SOFT AS DOWNY,
THEY LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY.
IT IS WRITTEN ON THEIR BONES
IN GOLDEN SCRIPT.
THEY ARE THE GUARDIANS OF ALL CELESTIAL PLANES.
CHILDREN OF THE SUN
WHO GRASP RIBBONS OF LIGHT,
AND WEAVE IT INTO THEIR HAIR.
SO BE NOT AFRAID!
FIND COMFORT IN THE WHISPERS
THAT ECHO IN THE NIGHT
AND IN THE TINGLING SENSATION
THAT RUNS DOWN YOUR SPINE.
THEY ARE SIGNS.
WE HAVE COME.
WE ARE WATCHING.
YOU ARE READING
A LESSON ON BLACK ANGELS, Firebird, Dreams of the Angelic
PoetryI'm back with some poems I wrote for a writing contest! Hope you enjoy :)
