The Angel

idk.

Staying here, my life fading, 

Wasn't what I'd planned.

But every time I closed my eyes,

I saw us walking hand in hand.

 

"You can't just sit here forever,

You've got to at least try to fight.

Adventure into the woods,

What awaits you is a beautiful sight."

 

A pale angel suddenly appeared,

And instantly I was willed.

I took a jacket and a map,

And started to walk downhill.

 

I took the path into the woods,

And approached a large, iron gate.

It opened with an audible "creak"

And slammed shut, sealing my fate.

 

I thought it was very peaceful

As I journeyed into the fog.

I stopped immediately as I saw the shadow

Of what appeared to be a frog.

 

It was beautiful, shimmering pink and purple,

It looked as if it were wet.

"This must be why she wanted me to come here," I thought,

Remembering what the angel said.

 

Now I've seen this beautiful sight,

There's no other reason to stay.

But the gate was locked! I loudly gasped-

The angel has locked me away.

 

I turned back to the woods,

And was shocked at the angel I saw.

It was clothed in red with a blood streaked mask,

And it let out a shrill, piercing call.

 

I closed my eyes and screamed,

Wondering what I've done.

It suddenly appeared in front of me,

Its eyes as bright as the sun.

 

"It's not your fault you fell for it,

But I'm not an angel you see.

I'm here to rid you of the world,

Think of it as a favor from me."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Yeah, I know it sucks. I'm bored.

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

Very lucid. Nice. It isn't at all generic, like most poems with this title. I almost judged the poem by the title.

[Tai Ryens]

It doesn't suck, you've done a wonderful job. Especially the last line, very haunting and it ends the piece perfectly. I love the imagery you paint with this, though the flow could use a bit of tweaking here and there. Good job.