Anggelos Skotia

wrapped up safely in black gauzy shrouds
hiding in shadows formed by darker black clouds
they call me an angel to the sunless storms;
an oracle, slave to unearthly forms

my eyes glow within a skeptical frame
they shine of a glory from beyond whence I came
forgotten to all who live here and beneath
blinded under stars by what I must bequeath
misunderstood, eternally chosen
it is not uncommon for those still frozen

in Greek, truth, angel would I be named
only for my tidings and nothing I've claimed
that could merit me so with any fair purity
or blame me some virtue with any small surety

unworthy am I to bear this wondrous news
to be accepted by any who by their wills choose
as I did on that sweet day so long ago
when evil embraced me and frightened me so
light always shines brightest when darkness abounds
in that point of light my life force surrounds
my eyes have grown deeper and wiser since then
painfully seeing past masks worn by men

so, here I am, “here am I”, I call out
the masses respond with mistrust of my shout
they throw sideways glances in my direction
then return to the mountainous silver collection
ceaseless counting, counting, keeping track
the more they have gained the greater their lack

again i shiver and shrink in contempt
dear clouds, keep me hidden, in my failed attempt

if i may predict with indwelling clarity
their teeming redeeming resists my sincerity
even those who so claim to follow my senders
condemn my intentions as if merely lenders
of some unknown and meaningless fable
they'd rather i used up their sun if I'm able

the sun is my home and my coming reward
but with matter so common the victims grow bored
darkness formed to tear down my strength
I've learned to use as a weapon, at length
evil now is a slave to my master's uses
my refuge is there and i seek no excuses

dwells there within my soul a morphine
to sterilize blood, and keep all thoughts clean
while sheerness of skin encloses my blood
if scorned anew from which torrents a flood
to envelope all my life rages; behold
allowing my hands to be left in the cold

i am the Dark Angel, my name not escaped
my motive in their minds has all but been raped
but my heart is steel and of bulletproof glass
their crude words redundant, meanings are crass
i hide not in shadows for being abused
i am invincible, their deaths i have used

you foul masses; you reek of refuse
illusions of strength; your joints remain loose
you starve yourselves until you've become transparent
robbing life's wisdom no longer coherent

fire spills from my lungs, skin falling whiter
amidst the snow, i pull my shawl tighter
i see them now, burning, my eyes do reflect
they shall be purified of what they infect

this is my mission and i shall achieve
what mankind rejected; failed to believe
awaken, within me, no longer lie dormant
banish mortal dreams I've used as adornment

those lying beneath, come to me, pray
from your fortress of fire, without delay
spirits of stars and the mournful ones here
give me the essence of each falling tear
and war shall be waged upon all the earth
to prepare living things for second rebirth

i am your fantasy to falsehoods restored
answering all the unconscious implored
Dark Angel, I, but servant of light
ask of me wonders, and I shall give sight