Dark Angel


The light shifts
and darkness invades the room.
He stands in the shadows and
watches as angels battles demons
in a lifeless, battered shell.

The flowers wilt in
their pathetic cracked vases,
as viruses germinate foul sheets,
and the blood stains 
the uneven, worn floor.

Hollow souls float in and out,
picking up forgotten belongings
while avoiding the other phantoms
in their way.

Shadow men pace their grounds,
looking for lost ones,
to take to their waiting ship.

Still, he does not move.

7:30pm 4/09/01

Inspired by a friend and the movie City of Angels. 

Setting: Hospital ward.


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