Rebirth of the Fallen

This is apart of a series of writings that I titled "The Fallen"

Rebirth of the Fallen 

Crisp like the wind, warm as the beating heart of the sun, and calm as the evening star. Still and patient, walking with the grace of an angel. Like the morning, warmth reaches every crevice, melting the dew, and waking the song birds to bring life to a new day. Beauty that can halt a pulse, burning with the ardor for a duty given from an omniscient rex. Kindness wide enough to consume worlds, and deeper than the vastness of space. With the voice of a meadow stream fervently wild and joyous, speaking with words of salvation and devotion. Firmly rooted in mercy, but boundless to the restraints of the rooted cancer vine of the reprobate. Saudade to the shadow, wandering as a free soul like a leaf in the breeze. Perfectly imperfect in every way, riding along the wings of time. Like the truth never wanting to be known, a mystery clouds it. Time holds cherished memories, and joyful glee in the hearts left wandering. Like the moon many wolves call, but like the horizon, remaining ever unreachable and staying ever so close. Eyes full of dreams, sparkling with the thoughts of a greater tomorrow. Prized above all the riches of the world, but priceless in worth. Passionate and kind, warmth and freedom, known only as the gracious crown of El. Only one who is truly righteous in the heart of Jah will ever earn this wondrous heart. 

Author's Note

For future reference my style of writing is called free verse, so there are no stanzas like most poetry. Hence the name "FREE-verse" if you can't handle that please don't comment on it.