The Angel

Apr 01, 2008 - 15:34 PM PST

When the clouds gather and begin to let it rain
An angel falls from the sky.
The angel is grey and pale,
with no halo or wings,
It is a fallen angel,
An angel that lossed its grace.
It only wears scraps for clothes,
Eyes are worn out from all the grief,
You can only pity it as you pass by.
When it rains, it becomes cold and wet.
The angel starts to shiver,
Because its cold on the outside,
and cold on the inside.
It shivers and curls, trying to get warm.
But it feels no warmth because it has been given no love
Its heart has been shattered like a dropped chandelier,
so many glimmering littles pieces,
that mean nothig while apart.
As the clouds clear, the suns shines.
Giving the angel warmth and strength.
The pieces become one, and the angel starts to glow.
Wings sprout and a halo emerges.
It has gain its grace and flies for the heavens
It is an angel now,
A follower and priest of god.