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Angel With the Scabbed Wings
As bloody as Mary
As red as Tudor Rose
Fallen angels are at all feet
Whispering words of dead deceit
Forsaking all they fell for
We've left them down
They're as dead as all paramour.
The angel with the scabbed wings
Is as flightless as a bell that rings
Coming to death like frail prey
As destroyed as a bombed cafe
As alive as a corpse
As isolated as forgotten thorps
As desperate as innocence abused
As hurt as all kids accused
Breaths of moonlight washing over
The angel that has mutilated wings
Perishing as abandoned fledglings
The angel with the scabbed wings
Is as flightless as a bell that rings
Coming to death like frail prey
As destroyed as a bombed cafe
The angel with the scabbed wings
As finished as poem's endings.
Copyright ©
Xiamara Parthenopaeus
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