To have an ending, there must be a beginning.


Part 2 : Descent

When skies are such a soft blue as this, a young Angel can not resist the soul clenching urge to spread her wings and soar.
Craving the feel of forbidden wonders, she crept from mystic realm, passing beyond sacred boundaries set.
Now wings spread wide, diving, white blending with clouds, as she becomes one, becomes everything.
Symphony explodes through the air, as if everywhere, yet nowhere, such as the temptress siren's call.
Air flowing down her gown, gold, silver, and with stars, caressing, loving, her majestic form.
Such a beautiful creature being one with existence, having true love for all that her crystal green eyes do fall upon.
But, that is why there are rules and a higher archy of laws restraining urges that can take You where You must not go.
Today, the breathtaking young Angel, copper hair blowing, wings so proudly spread, has broken such a rule.
Child was never to pass beyond border of love and protection, for the line between glorious splendor and etenal fire is a fine one.
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Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-07-29 at 00:10

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Kathy Lockhart
The images are beautiful, powerful, and vivid. Now just put this all together. :) kathy
2016-07-29