Free Cee An Angel Sings of Wings No More

A CHOIR SINGS OF WINGS NO MORE The night roared darker than dark ever thought dark could be When an angel began doing dastardly things to me Sadly now a heavenly choir no longer sings Their silence a sacrament to an angel who suddenly lost her wings Begotten was I a night with loathsome fangs of unfettered fear A viper with venom more vile than my vessel could bear The manner in which a bat flies fearlessly through nighttime’s throat As it pertains to me that evening was akin to a Judas Goat Angels are supposed to take flight, not take to fight But oh that laboriously long and repugnant night She was an angel with an aura and the aroma of spring But woe to such an evening when a choir was quieted to sing This angel won’t die but she’s now tethered to the ground sans extra-sensory perception I know not to where she is bound Wherever she goes it will be without that choir’s heavenly sound And I to carve woeful words about the evening an angel was found © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~