Gemmed blades slice the hands
Of the guardian crossing the lands
Blue sun rise
With a blood red moon
Marking the time coming soon
A crystal spring may run on by
As he’s lost in dark’s lullaby
Beast of sorts which haunt with dread
Lurk within the trees ahead
Behind his neck a breath does kiss
As he stops to realize this
Dropping to his knees to pray
His angel’s there to hear him say
He is lost within an unknown land
And waiting for her to take his hand
And with concern upon her face
She drops to him with angel’s grace
An angel broken, with tattered wings
And barely hope for many things
But with concern and utmost caring
She lowers to this guardian, staring
As a tear rolls down her cheek
She reaches out so soft and meek
Pale white fingers, of the angel divine
With the guardians do entwine
Gently as if just a breeze
She stands up slightly on her knees
And with the kiss of her breath
Whispers all that he has left,
“Dear guardian for me you pray
And yet I’ve told you I’m here to stay.
My wings are broken, tattered, and torn,
And yet for they aren’t so worn,
I’ll be right here by your side
And sweep you in the gentle tide
Whisking you away in the wind
To the light, and not your end
Before you lies much unknown
For never is it set in stone
But this I promise you though you might not see
I will always forever be guarding thee.
Take my hand guardian so dear
And forget your thoughts and dreaded fear
I am your angel who’s come to take your hand
Now follow me out, of this darkened land”
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Submission Name: Angel's Plea
