An Angel's flight. . .

Walking down the road
less traveled
I found a trail.
Feathers from wings
of a being divine,
who hailed from a heavenly abode.

Those feathers spoke.
of souls it had given shelter
on stormy nights
and burning days
its strands began to crumble
and into my hands, a halo broke.

Stripped into nothingness
by the material world
she fought against natures forces.
And she gave herself away
to a dark alley, she was light
and to her the sinners eyes did confess.

To fly, was the cause for her creation
not solitary like birds do
but taking with her , souls in need
to heights unreachable
fighting her way through the skies
she gave them, liberation.

She shed her wings in this forest of fear
unable to escape the creatures of the night
Why do you cry now at the sight of these wings?
when you were blinded by its existence during your flight?
Your demons have not killed her will
it rained when she shed a tear.

Sans wings this angel took flight
Oh world, you have done some good alright
Her body here has turned to dust
But her soul is gold, itl never rust
To heights that are close to the Eternal's clasp
She flew away, tonight...