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angels in Hell
feathers …
white, wafting wildly
but singed …
not from heaven, too near the sun
but the fiery dungeon, deep …
angelic and sinless,
they came to save me
to retrieve the hot brand of id
that was bent akimbo -
poison-piqued child’s heart
craving the bright of darkness
and the black of day
sweet, godly seraphim and their
intervention, divine
pitied this poor fool enough to
fend the flames below -
to battle the minions of madness …
I, dragged back, clawing
scratching my sins in terra firma
as they suffered me …
defiled, lost and impaired
to even touch me was an earthly
corruption they had
never known -
a dark seed of
debasement planted in their flesh …
still … they came
for the sad sake of this sordid jester -
just an emancipation
paying a price far beyond priceless
burnt wings pressed upon the
hot breath of hades
embers licking their feet with
exquisite pain
as I was carried up … and out …
but why?
well … not for friendship
not for redemption or cause
not for love
and not truth, certainly …
it was, simply, for the sake of value -
to give me WORTH
and there was nothing
absolutely, undeniably nothing
that I needed …
more.
~ for my children - my angels ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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