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Angels Sorrows

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He perches within the branches
Of the Eldest Tree,
He hears the howling of the West Wind,
A voice in the night,
He huddles within the comfort
Of his ebony wings,
Hoping for the morning to rise,
To let the Dawn reveal her light,

How cold it is to be
In this world again,
He cannot fly away
Back beyond the day,
To escape an unforgiven pain,
There is no place where he can hide,
Where he won’t be found,

He shields his eyes,
But he can still feel the sound,
Heaven awaits,
At the end of the gate,
But he never listened
To what they had to say,
Now he won't get there anyway,

He lost all self control
Now trapped in this hole
Condemned to live amongst the sinners,
Without his wings to fly,
Where will he go
How can he stay?
This Seraph whom
Has fallen from grace…
:rose:

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