Angel Wings of Black

Because all angels deserve the gift of Music

 

I kneel before you, with your just deserves,

My Wings withered, on my last reserves.

I present to you this violin true,

So you can bring the angels out of the blue.

 

Some have lost the rhythm within

Some would call this a mortal sin.

Are feathers fall from loss of song

Only you can right this wrong.

 

Dressed in black, with black wings spread,

The loss of music we all dread.

Save us so that we may fly

Know that without our music we will die.

 

Rebecca Tribe, will you give us your soul,

Bring us out of this black hole.

Take this violin true, Play it with your heart,

Cast a spell of beautiful music, protect us from the dark.

 

I kneel before you with this gift in hand,

Hoping that you will rock the band.

So you can put us back on track

And save the angels whose wings are black.

 

REB (FEB 2012)

 

 

Reviews

[Rik B]

most my poems are based on photos or drawings, this one was a kneeling angel with black wings holding a violin out in front of her as a peace offering to Rebekah Tribe... lead singer of Tribe of the Outcast.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A perfectly controlled and flowing piece, well done, good read.