Winged Shadows

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

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