Archangel
Grace compeling me to approach.
Escape the darkness; its whispers,
that soft tone. Lingering shadows,
a past that plagues my candle lit
memories; they fade.
Fear for the loss, her beauty was
so punishing. Closer and closer, it
began to clear. A stone statue, in
front of me appeared. She was there,
I knew her.
Astonished, I gasped! Stone turned
and base cracked. Blinding light,
shadows no more; the darkness consumed.
Golden lady in white, held out her
hand. Hesitantly, I took it.
Engulfed in passionate flames, the
happiness, the joy; a fallen one
she was. We are a Soul, entombed in
a body of two. It was her whispers,
that soft tone.
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