The Archangel

Inspired by 'Paradise Lost', dedicated to my flawless love and very best friend, Michael.

The Archangel appears amid the showery silver gale,

His breastplate gleams for some intrinsic radiance

They linger in the afterglow, unswayed by gust or hail

For nary a word he spake is lack in exquisite cadence

 

Each slight of his sole commands road appear before them,

Clasping his sword, two begin the celestial course

Her with abiding adulation, he with divine cardiac gem

Melodiously embark; fearing no demonic Trojan horse

 

Leading, he bids her well not to partake of fruit,

Still Eve bites! Abhorring the plea for serenity-

His sinewy slumbering gaze makes precious her pursuit,

And in such splendor wouldst no mortal find enemy.

 

Still, his willowy woeful word meanders across all Eden-

Seduced is the will of her veins; all vista remarkably sweetened.

 

Reviews

[Daydreamer54]

Very poetic! Great job with this! :)