An Angel spreads its righteous wings
Its deeds – one of a kind
Under a halo hides from view
A plagued, Angelic mind
Though such beauty, glamour, glee
That spread throughout its course
Its thoughts are fettered; grandeur, grief
And feelings of remorse
Reminded, alas, by Angelic plight
Not even Saints amongst them, hide
For darker they cast, when brighter the light:
The shadows still trailing behind
Follow do they; no matter, they pray
To will them so far, to past
And yet can’t escape the darkness they drape
How many, or not, amassed
How the World Should Work 