angelic ~

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~ i ~  
[and] frail is the angel, for she's now distorted    
whispers of malicious malignancy sighs heavily upon her    
   
'o, how she's desperate to inhale life's serene breath    
 to…    
exhale love,    
sage's hymns of wisdom…    
her heart's beauty.    
   
~ ii ~    
she lies upon moonlit mist's bed    
neither here nor there, we know naught...    
how long, we hold hands with fate    
locked inside this desolate room whence...    
   
i struggle to open this door for her, 'tis not to be;    
none have a key —  
i tried, i tried.    
   
 flowers have naught desire to bloom...    
like her wings,    
their petals have been ripped,    
   
(and, we wonder how long these stitches will hold up?)    
   
all wear sorrow’s heavy mantle,    
as we dare to sing out of tune hope’s song.    
   
~iii ~    
[and] the dragonfly was never allowed to fly; once    
free from her chrysalis, so close to being free    
to flee to shimmery seas, to find her heart’s love --    
for the jack of diamonds captured her in his crystal jar;    
envious of her light, for he dwells in misery.    
   
~ iv ~    
‘o let those angels weep and only have her in their dreams    
i pray to have her remain, by my side.    
   
don't fade, always stay, stay;    
to forever exhale... her    
   
love, wisdom of sage's hymns...heart's beauty    
for us to hear, to hold...to love her evermore    
   
capture stardust feathers, as they    
fall...    
  fall...    
        fall.    
   
— though it's futile...    
   
hope is but a diaphanous thread...    
Atropos anxiously awaits...    
To slice…    
   
regardless of one's love,    
   
why even Seraphs  cry.