Censations of Broken Wings In Nights Light

Spiritual warfare going on in the dark atmosphere,
Gliding together clashing, a burst of fire sparking igniting
blasting into an explosion blazing against the moons outer core.
Clipping the spiritual warriors wing,
the arrow strikes the tip of her angels wing.
She falls bleeding endlessly,
tears flowing from inside,
dripping down,
as the pain strikes hard against
her wings bareness and brokenness.
Spiralling gliding on one wing through the sky,
falling downward into a nose dive,
bracing herself for her crash landing.
Mortally wounded and broken,
waiting now patiently for light of the new dawn.

The cold bitter wind surrounds her,
sending shivers down her spine.
The land vacant and dark.
The aura of light illuminating,
sending a shadow of purity through the dreary darkness,
Smelling the strong aroma of deaths scent.
Lifeless, the land breathes in silence, with quiet
despair filling the air.

Angels hovering ahead in the battle for life over death,
A wounded soldier glancing up anticipating her comrades fate.
Gazing up at the many flames glowing, like blazing stars across the sky,
with embers of ash smoldering on the ground,
soft delicate feathers floating through the air landing by her side.

Lyrics of Angels voices harmonizing through the sound waves
screeching in high deafening tones,
breaking the shields of the dark with piercing light.
Battling one by one, they fall through the sky.
Light and dark falling at the same time.

Seraphim's healing one another as they embrace each other with love and light.
Repairing the broken limbs of there comrades, mending the broken hearts
making them whole again, as the dark ones plummeted to their deaths.

All rights reserved Hattiemattiemae Spiritweaver March 30, 2011