Angel With the Scabbed Wings

As bloody as Mary As red as Tudor Rose Fallen angels are at all feet Whispering words of dead deceit Forsaking all they fell for We've left them down They're as dead as all paramour. The angel with the scabbed wings Is as flightless as a bell that rings Coming to death like frail prey As destroyed as a bombed cafe As alive as a corpse As isolated as forgotten thorps As desperate as innocence abused As hurt as all kids accused Breaths of moonlight washing over The angel that has mutilated wings Perishing as abandoned fledglings The angel with the scabbed wings Is as flightless as a bell that rings Coming to death like frail prey As destroyed as a bombed cafe The angel with the scabbed wings As finished as poem's endings.