Friday, March 28, 2008

Given to loss; a wound in the sky

The Angel: androgynous, amoral, apathetic, alight
with the dim memory of what once was and will
never come to pass. Thrown from the white walls into
........................................................................................outer darkness?

No; bourn down by the winds of ruin to that place
of desperation, the stage for the epic of man which
sparked his war. Stripped of grandeur and authority,
left to his
wanderlust, burt and broken, a shell.

The Fallen: feeble, flaking, frightened, fleeing
a legacy of fated flaws, intrusive memories of smoke
and the dismemberment of brother and sisters
whose love shone to brightly, the Sun in shadow.

No comments: