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Light Angels - The Last Battle

Updated on September 13, 2017

Searching for Light

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Saving grace from light unfolds

Saving grace from light unfolds

Over their untethered woe


No love lights nigh – their plight begins

Seven angels, spread too thin

Hovering loudly and in song

Distress calls: howling. Here, then gone


Over dust-bound wings they fly

Never reaching intended highs

So flying low, they catch your breath

The key, as routed for our death


A last blistering sun shouts destiny

Soaring over earth’s blaspheme

Shaking with deepening anxiousness

Beholden to carry our hardened crest


We do not see their silent keep

Held inside their drying weep

Castles and hills rake dawn again

So their journey cannot end


Angels who weep are not from hell

Yet heaven cannot yet ring their bell

Their place is crossed, on earthly dome

As if entombed, a dune their home


Raucous visionaries in white

Are ragged and torn from contiguous flight

They see us, shadowed and fearing no dawn

No light in our eyes, more souls nearly gone


So they murmur and weep and continue on

In search of a soul with light of his own


Bearing no magic or special spells,

Angels like these, no stories they tell.

They’ve only one wish: to carry our light

Before they go dark, and world becomes night.



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Unraveling, more of their wings sink away


Unraveling, more of their wings sink away

Flight over oceans tells whales of the way

A day without light – in which darkness will stay


But even the whale is caught between songs

What makes her beach? For her children, she longs

Can we stop it? She asks. Is the light all but gone?


Soaring up with a flap heard for thousands of leagues,

She sings to the angels: a song for her seas


Fly, angels fly! As far as you must!

We are your warriors, instilling your trust.

Know we are here – there is light in us.

Our hope is your faith in believing in us.


So gingerly, small, we start on our quest

Gradually stronger, we summon our best

Marching for light, we sing carols to you

We hail you and cheer you over the blue


Blue waters lead to azure light of dawn

Creeping up the horizon, this battle is won

Light is not dead! A rising sun comes

And our light angels fly - back into their home

Believe!

Our hope is your faith in believing in us.

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      Karen Kay 2 months ago from Jackson, MS

      Thank you so much Shyron~!

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      Shyron E Shenko 2 months ago from Texas

      Karen, this is beautiful, I love it.

      Blessings my friend