And I was going to the church
When in the shattered skies I saw
A ray of light and there more-
A creature in the fiery scourches
It was so beautiful in white
As it approached, I saw its eyes-
The burning flames, whithin them lust
Then it was full-length in my sight
I saw the agonizing fear
And it was screaming, yelling more
Than sinners' souls in circle four
And in a moment it was clear
It was an Angel that I saw
In torments Angel tried to reach,
With mordant laugh, its back that itched
A moment later it all gone
And by my side laid feathers torn
Descending Angel
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Thank you for the beautiful and rare rhyme in English. Of those poems that do not need to translate. But it needs to understand written language.I enjoyed.
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