Avenging Angel

Avenging angel on the stairs
Blood covered wings
Hands held in mid-air
Sword glistening
Can’t help but stare

Avenging angel sways in place
To a silent beat
Out of time and place
Save a life
Cut him down

Avenging angel falls to the ground
Bleeding from wounds and we grieve
Bleeding from wounds we can’t see

Avenging angel on the stairs
Avenging angel goes nowhere
Blood drips from white feathered wings
The king is dead
Long live the king

poem by D.J. Ray
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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