The Grace of Angels
Inside the fire of a land without any light
Despair rules, giving none a chance to fight
Even when one flame is put out
Only for a vaster one will sprout
Screams are silenced by the burn
Before anyone can evince concern
A light appears in the dark clouds, dispersing them all
Graceful wings slowly descend to the ones about to fall
The sun extinguishes every ounce of anguish
Seraphs sing to stop all from their languish
Wings embrace and heal every single last heart
transforming their souls into a great work of art
Written: 11/27/2017
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