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.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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