| Golden Winged Angel |
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| Lying in death, ready to rise
Silver drops of the moon play at my eyes Cold, as I lay here, alone in the dark My gaze slowly wanders, seeking its mark Shadows dance and shapes streak by A golden winged Angel soars �cross the sky A tall, stick-like figure steps slowly my way He waits there in silence, knowing not what to say Faceless he stands, still as a tree Fearless he lingers, looking at me A boy on the ground, life fading away Why must youth breathe its last on this bright sunny day? He gives me his arm and helps me to stand Away into the sky we depart from this land The gold string of fate severed too early Torn from this place, given wings prematurely Where once was a child, now stands a stone Leaving the world so completely alone -Kegan Shepard |
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