Sheets of dark clouds blanket the horizon
The fallen angels are dancing and singing
Mocking a mystical god in the southeast Eden
Soft echoes of mirth and laughter are twinging
A pain inside my head I cannot ignore feeling
I close my eyes to their pleasure of the sinning
But unfeeling is something my heart doesn’t recognize
The gatherings of angels are enchantingly unresisting
Even a god with pure heart will hear the salient cries
Squeezing my heart a deliberate death by bleeding
Kay Barcelon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-3/
