Celestial Gunmen
In the darkness of night unforgivingas saints and sinners bed down
to await a new sun
celestial gunmen
take drunken potshots
at kings and rogues
shrieking and stumbling
behind each purple night cloud
raging at the earth
and its ever-turning axis
because they made a choice
and got it wrong
and now their wings
burn with white perfection
forever, eternal, and absolute
while those below
howl and love and choose
leaving a charred feather trail
in their wake
fuming with the black
smoke of abandon
as they play in the crimson surf
of the night's plutonian shore
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2008-12-29 at 01:00
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