Chosen from a Legion winged in ebon
flights of avocation upon soul owned soldiers.
One would think of Angel and in minds eye
only feel love, or compassion, light, or saved.
These are no guardings, they are warriors
of the strongest, familiar killing kind.
Emotion cannot be seen in the eyes
of these non human being.
You do not see, the war being
fought behind the spiritual scene.
Descending from the primary element
a heaven unknown to us.
The thunder vehement crashing,
is his vanquishers.
Known as The Angels Cry.
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I love the picture it goes amazing well with this poem
It is so true the spiritual warfare going on in front of our blind eyes.
I love the words you use also to describe everything. Can wait to read more of your writes~! keep penning
<3 Jess
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thank u.
Yes please do, always love 2 hear from another poet.
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This is music to my ears dear. Beautiful yet intriguing at the same. Leaves thaughts yet to wonder.
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hmmm... *wonders*
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What do you wonder my friend.
Thank you for stopping in and reading today.
and every time you have a chance for that matter.
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