An Angel

What incurs my wrath is that I have been cheated

Heedless of the warning I gave

Can they not see that I dreamed of anger

That could never consume me the way it did

 

I closed my eyes and saw an angel

And in moments my fury was gone

He would morph from he to she depending on the desires of those he serviced

 

He was a beauty with oak curls

His eyes were as blue and piercing as the sky and ice

There was a fire there that could not be quenched

And it burned with endless wonder

 

My ire was replaced by possessiveness

I wanted to own his beauty

He looked at me with such awe

That I felt horrible for being so plain

 

He was the object of the desires of the plenty

And I wanted to prison him

But my black nature was laid to rest

When I came to the decision to let him go

 

He would not leave until I said the words

“You are too pure to be seen in this world.”

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