Tag: angels
-
Chronicles of the Dusk Ages III – Beliefs and Customs of Feathermen
Virididerms with drawn faces from places you and I cannot place on any map Their mountains formed by ruins marking our world’s devastation They believe in diminutive elder races, first to walk the face of the earth Their faces were turned from Sol, they never returned from their subterrene halls Beneath the mounds, centuries sleeping,…
-
Angels Weakened by Chain of Flesh
They scream as weak skin shirts them “My flesh is covered with maggots and clods of dirt.” Angels made from radiance descended Light as from the halving dance of radiation And in lust were turned If a thing of flame couple with flesh, should not that flesh be burnt The fruit of forbidden urge once…
-
Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
-
Might Be Angels
Argument, half hearted political rant, usual spiel Anything to stopper the silence Men go to rocks without sirens Might be angels treat them decently any indigents with shoeless feet Cross the street to meet them, your charitable best foot forward, release From your grasp more coin than he asks, cast them not into his lap…
Alchemisland 