Treasure Island

Bellaina Bella Hernandez

(4-17-1994 / California)

Arc-Angel


Wings once white
and lushus gleems
are now dark as night
and bloody crimson streams

Your fiery sword
that served the Lord
Now in Satan's sight
turned to ice

No longer at His side
living amoung worthless beeings
sacred oath: protect and bring
these souls to the Almighty
Redundant now, as it seems
living life how you deem-
right, deciding to be mortal
cut these wings end your immortal
life, live life knowing you'll die
or forever be alive

1-13-2012

Submitted: Wednesday, January 18, 2012
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  • Jacob Mckain (2/18/2012 1:39:00 PM)

    i went to go read some of ur poems and this one caught my eye... and i really like it (Report) Reply

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