White speck in light blue skies' expanse:
an angel sang, the clouds danced.
His eyes shone like two beacons bright,
he murmured "Holy is the night".
His wings awash with morning dew
A lance pierced through him as he flew.
The angel smiled, "I need a rest"
Like dew of crimson,
Soft --
the Northern Lights blazed through the sky.
The moon's face froze with a "Why?"
He fell to earth without a sigh,
and her, as snow, caressed.
Angel
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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