Weekly Art: Angel


(art is mine)

The angel was born

Beautiful, treasured, gifted

The light among

Many loved her at first

Sight was blinded by

Beauty awakened by

Darkness in her

Heart was like sinister

Serpent slithering through

Lush meadow and the sun’s

Light supposed to protect us from

The darkness was

Hidden under pure, white

Wings take flight to the morning

Sky full of red

Ravens’ wings dipped in

Blood of the angel pure.

Blood of the devil pure.