Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

In hours of soul night passing,

breathe in the venom of the deep dark waters

to change weakness into strength, vacuity into sentiment;

that no being may ever say your power you did neglect.

Rise, warrior of the eternal well!

The verdant fields sing with upmost praise.

Lift your sword and raise your shield.

Battle forward to keep your freedom.

Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

Callous angel –

tears made dry –

nourished by the blood

of the children of dawn,

slaves are the portrait

before eagle eyes.

~*~

Evil angel –

walking night –

scales of steel

narrate the path alight

under the marching moon

which conquers the veiling

of torched fireflies.

~*~

Hellish angel –

laughter mad –

spring is the cradle

of rainbow pastimes,

a will o’ the wisp –

a theatre of mirrors

and misty hearts.

~*~

Sovereign angel –

versed in poise

razor-sharp –

enframing the sequence

of eldritch chorale,

hey ho the blade,

the rust and the scent!

Myriad voices

scream in pain,

yet no wave pierces

the simpering

of the pitiless.