The Wings of Angels
Soaring, swooping, gliding,
Born on wings of flight.
Cherubs fan the clouds,
Angelical delight.
Spritely, whimsical wonders,
Feathers of a dove.
Casts a giant shadow,
From Heaven far above.
Languid, smoldering warmth,
Lit passion with a spark.
Dead center of the heart,
Cupid's arrow hits the mark.
Saints of seas and skies,
Seraphs at the helm.
With sword and shield aloft,
Protectors of the realm.
Hopeful, helpful healers,
Until your final breath.
These Spirits on the rise,
Now cradles you in death.
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