Revelations From A Dark Angel!
Revelations.
The dark Angel came
in the shadows of night
eclipsing my dreams
with her cries,........
Her wings were beating
cold breezes
over my sheets
With a fiery blaze
in her eyes
she was wise to
my long life of lies.
She swept my
black soul upward,
in a dark, shriveled mass
As my flesh fought
a uselass battle
over ever letting it pass,
But quicker then lightning
beneath her broad wings
it was clasped
I was sure life was over at last.
Then into the vast void
of time we both flew,
to the future that was
waiting for me,
bringing what was due
My soul wailed with dread,
at its tragic review
that she'd just exposed
long before my
damne past was
yet through.
Chorus-
A wizened old man
sitting lonely and sad,
In a hovel that matched
no home that I’d ever had
Abandoned by all those
who once claimed to know me
Just a shell of myself
in the vision below me
Like a long vanquished
Trump lost in his solitude,
His riches all gone,
anguish painting his moods,
With a handful of pills
and the dregs of some coffee
Quite determined to let
their oblivion stop me.
Then she transported me
back through days I had lived,
And allowed me to see
what she couldn't forgive!
so many good folks in my
climb to success,
Left trampled and broke,
they chose early death.
What goes around
comes around
it was easy to see
That the suffering they bore
ended up back with me,
But when she showed me
what I would face eternally
The horrors that waited
urged my trapped
soul to flee.
Then a dark mourning vanished
in the fingers of light,
Then it crept through my blinds
as I woke up in fright,
To find a ebony feather
lying next to my head,
Warning me to find pathways
to goodness instead……
instead.....................
Chorus-
Of a wizened old man
sitting lonely and sad,
In a hovel that matched
no home I’d ever had
Abandoned by all those
who claimed to have known me
Just a shell of myself
in the visions
that she’d shown me
Like a long, vanquished
Trump.... lost in his solitude,
His riches all gone,
anguish painting his moods,
With a handful of pills
and the dregs of some coffee
Quite determined to let their
oblivion stop me.
Then my life took a good turn
keeping dark.....
angels ......
off me. ..........................................!!!
Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F.Blowers III-©-2020
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