Autographs of Angels
Does anyone on earth ever get the privilege to see
the downy feathers of an angel, floating free
By the parting of the curtains all God's warriors guarantee
no accolades are given, when they come to referee
Signatures of old from a testament and promise
always present to protect they seal it with a kiss
A miracle adrift on scented wings hidden in the mist
all power and all mighty, shard and light a blitzed
Autographs Of Angels painted on Cathedral walls
where the hollow of their Sacred, rests where no one calls.
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