The angels I pray for. Never answer my calls. They don’t pick me up when I’m down.
They don’t catch me when I fall. Mine won’t take me to an afterlife with fields of glowing grass. They’ll leave me to plunge in to the pits.
Hearing the shrieks amplify. And watching others impaled as I pass. Falling through the nine circles.
Slow enough to watch the carnage. As I see the hopes of rebirth slashed. And in to the ninth circle is where my body dose finally smash.
As I find my self overcome by the stench of gas. And the ground beneath me breaks apart. Falling in to the molten causing it to splash.
Raising the level of the liquid fire to a point that’s vast. As I’m left atop a rock floating on magma. And it’s melting beneath me into the mass.
Coming closer to the blaze. And the end at long last. I look to the heavens and pray for this nightmare to surpass.
But all I see is the figure that bought me here. My angel with wings of ash.
Author notes
4.) Titles/"Angel With Black Wings
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Comments
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This was wonderful, I really enjoyed it but the title of the poem is supposed to be "Angel With Black Wings". I'm sorry I didn't make that clear.
Just fix the title and you're set.
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The change has been made sorry for mix up.
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lol it's fine. Thank you.
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