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