Angels Arms (day 342)

Heavens fall upon the grounds I walk in the darkening hour
To early for goblins, to late for gods
The sinful presence of something ethereal
Swallows up my veins in a cool tranquil

And listlessly I walk forth into the night
Waiting for the bright street light
To take control of the mood and awake this state
I cross my arms and beg no mercy

But in the path of mourning that I resist
There is a tiny ember that floats aglow
And I, who believes, ponder and stare
What could it be that floats through my hair

At first it seems like an answer to the past
But then it cries the way I’ve forgotten about
Resting in my hands the time tolls on
The angels arms they soon grow strong

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