Description: An angel knows the laws of the living and the dead.
Never fear. The enemy is given the permission, always. The enemy is granted the permission, always. Fear is the key for the evil to feed. And, many questions from the enemy, for it searches for a passage to devour the good.
Remember, permission given, permission granted. This is the advice from angels.
This was quite interesting and surreal but on account of the lines breaks and the format I would have, perhaps, labelled it differently. Maybe prose could have been more suitable, for my money. I do think that the following lines resemble or have the format of a poem though:
He extends his hand and he proclaims his spoil.
Alas! She is gentle as a dove, but wise as a serpent.
She knows there is something strange in the motive of this hunter.
He leaps to fast and boasts too soon.
He tries to steal her kindness and moves in her quarters.
He plans to foil her, yes, destroy her!
The line is drawn.
He dances with grace in enchanted haste.
He starts again.
He tries again to invade her sacred place
He is crafty and rehearsed, but his deception is oblivion.
As to the content, I found that some of your lines were quite riveting such as:
His words are broken enchantments that pierce the veil of her grace.
Her wings thrust forth and she's gone in flight so far away.
They sort of reminded me of the last lines of a story a friend sent me the other day called "The dodo"
Here are the lines:
("Alright,” he said, and then went forth to fight, and the posse came at him. But the dodo didn’t take flight, and his true feathers shone brightly in the light.)
That's all I have to say. Hope you are doing alright and happy holidays.