Vox

Vox-- Latin word for Angel

 

The angel sits
silent
reading
the writings of ancient foes
Defeated

All of the flood
pain
agony
are gone in a wave of relief

Crying her only escape
voices of ones
once strong
now hollow
and gone from the mortal coil

In pieces by the river of blood
Flowing from the wounds
are petals of white
remnants of purity
blood and water from the wound

Water is her wish
water to wash
water to wish in

water you cannot find

it can only be given
if only she would ask
it is out of reach

as the petals flow

The pain is blinding

it burns

gripping

lifting the blade high

 

A final blessing I hear

It swings down

Plunged, stops the heart

Even Angels give up sometimes

Reviews

[K]

I think that you did a good job of putting emphasis on certain words by giving them their own lines. The form of the poem really helps the flow, and you did a nice job of creating imagery and tone with your word choice.