By Dark Angel
Date: 3 March 2001
The Angel Nobody Wanted
One wing
dipped in human blood
the other
washed in tears
he fairly creaks
with greif
and misery
and death.
The solid leather
of the surface
of his soul
conceals the molten core
from onlookers.
His gaze
dark and green
show no passion
or compassion
for any living thing.
Where he has been
what he has seen
would sicken and strike
the strongest among you
while he considered it
routine.
See now
how the leather
is cast off
the cold encrusted weapons
clang to the floor
the wings are folded and concealed
forever more.
Behold him stand
with empty hands
before the window of heaven
the rain of mercy washing
him clean
the love he has found
cracking
the surface of his heart
and what he most desires to be
is now possible
in the embrace of the most high
and the humblest of women.
To everything
there is a season
and a time to every purpose
under heaven.
His time
at last
is now.
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