Walking through the cemetery
I stumbled on a scene, dreary-
Rain began to reach the ground,
When I heard the mournful sound.
I saw the angel gently weep
On churchyard steps, broken deep-
I heard the cries through hollow walls
Her sobs filling empty halls.
I knelt beside the broken wing,
Who'd beat about this loving being?
White, pure robes soiled with blood,
Her knees and hands covered in mud.
“Dear, are you well?” I asked softly
Reaching to fix her hair gently-
I felt her tremble, flinch away
Her golden eyes full of dismay.
“I saw his light, and blindly fell,
For him I faced the darkest hell.
I gave up heaven’s peaceful choir,
To be his object of desire.”
Cradling her body, fragile glass,
I held on till her last breath passed.
Never knowing her source of pain,
I kept on walking in the rain.
Droplets mixed with my own tears,
The world seemed dead, full of fear.
No one will love, like she did –free –
Nor give their trust so willingly.
My heavy steps slowed to a stroll,
Her absence taking such a toll –
A broken angel’s body told,
How this world leaves the bold.
~Y.I.P 2010
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