Angel in Hell
Did you think that your nobleness leads to a slaughter
When casting your feathers in front of a swine?
Well, we know you can make good wine out of this water.
But vinegar can’t be turned back to a wine!
If I knew all the pitfalls that you’d step in after,
My silence would be inconsolable yell.
I would probably bribe Mister Charon, the rafter
Not to ferry my Angel deep down to this hell.
You abandoned your orbit where you could shine brighter
Spiraled down here to light this primordial dark.
Wait, if tears are like water, then I’m firefighter
So no one can burn you, my Joan D’Arc!
21 Dec, 2018
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