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Light Angels - The Last Battle, A Narrative Poem

Karen lives in Jackson, MS with her husband and son, and works as an accountant. She enjoys writing, reading, and D&D role playing game.

Searching for Light

Italy Sicily

Italy Sicily

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 dusted 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.

torn wings


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

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