Angel Cloaked In Fire

Burning. Flames burning away, my life, my thoughts, my hope, In dismay. Escape is possible, impossible again. I remember my young ones, I remember their pain. I will die in the flames, with no one to know, we will perish together, lest they die alone. And then though the death, the fire, Banshee and heat, my tired gaze turns, my cracked face can see. An angel cloaked in fire, destruction all around, chains of barbed wire, not making a sound. Escape, freedom through that gate, my love, my savior, my hope, has changed my deathly fate. He lifts us with feathers, and we are not harmed, he releases our tethers, but we are not alarmed. For when at last we are safe, thanks to that heavenly rose, I rise like a waif, and plant a kiss on his nose.