Fallen Angel
She stands apart. Her tears have turned to black
for violating one unwritten text:
that guardian angels cannot come back
until their ward has passed, but she, perplexed,
could not get passed his cerulean eyes
and biscuit curls as her beloved had,
and when she died they followed her as sighs
would follow hearts in love forever glad
for their existence. But now things had changed.
She was no longer human, but Angel,
and had fallen in love and had now exchanged
kisses with a mortal man. In danger,
she had shown herself which she could not do
to be a child of God. Now she'd forsaken
all vows since she was now determined to
feed the longing of a heart mistaken.
.
Lightning struck from the skies that once were kind.
Her porcelain self, blinding as the sun
in its white brilliance now began to find
its color darken as night had begun:
slowly. As the house upon the bluff wept
for a lost son who had died for kissing
Angel lips her pristine whiteness was kept
in forbidding onyx, God dismissing
her to wander in her raven repose
her consolation just one wilted rose.
1st Place
Fallen Angel Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
8/10/17
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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