Angelic Tears - Collaboration with Starr Poetress

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 “As angels may have fallen

Crippled be their wings

Yet, they rise to a calling

As the heart and soul sings”

One may often find a riddle

As the pen presses unto page

Spewing forth within passion

As words, commence to pour

Bestowing upon all imagery

From the depths of the soul

Through a creative stance

A tell-a-tale fashion in view

After falling so many times,
Angels no longer walk the earth,
As they spiral further down,
They are not one of a kind,

The ones they always loved,
The ones they always protected,
Now finding them lost amidst the garden,
Shot be their hearts, in the hunting of the dove,

Their passion became anger,
Their anger became passionate,
They bleed their ink on processed wood,
Yet, it only seeped through as no one heard,

Showing the imagery of love they once knew,
Their soul has blackened as the depths of Hell,
So the blessed ink ran dry, lost in despair
The once coveted heart withdrew into air

Through the darkness, they seek the light

In hope to redeem with all their might

All that is lost, in expectation to be found

Before all that once was falls to the ground

“Hear as they sing such sorrowful melodies

As tears, commence to fall ceaselessly

Marred are now their souls to have fallen

Succumbing to the grace of loves calling”

Copyright © 11/2012 Lucy Martins/Starr Poetress

All poetry by Lucy Martins/Starr Poetress are copyright protected by International Copyright Law, the use without written permission is illegal. All Rights Reserved ©

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