Story From the Angel...For a Contest

Released from hell I’ve finally been, So many memories repressed, The universe has lifted them away, And now in silk I’m dressed. I recall that moment before my soul, Was arrogated by certain death. Thou eyes were sealed, suppressed of life, I believe I actually saw my last breathe. Within that second all I saw, Was a flash, a burst of all my past. And feared this moment has been forever, It’s so adulated to be my last. Angelic wings; white robes of silk. Fly I may and soar, I might. My pure heart holds true to you. My spirit shall keep you in its sight.