Where Only The Angels Tread

While the Gods of War rest in the domed white house,

and The Warriors are fighting wraiths,

The Angels are waiting, sentinels at their posts.

 

Through the mists of chaos and smoke, they approach.

Orbs of light, they stand by his side,

to guide him home,

through mists of chaos and smoke.

 

Among the heavens and the celestial guardians,

those who have gone before,

are waiting to welcome him,

with anthems and laude.

 

Then The Angels return to their posts,

watching the mists of chaos and smoke.

Where only The Angels tread they go,

to bring another warrior home.

Reviews

[Legion]

I have to say that your opening stanza blew me away. Awesome. As for the rest of the poem, it was superbly done as well. Reminds me of the Valkryies of Norse legend. This is a fantastic piece. I love it and it is going in my favorites. If you have time, check out my poem "Another Christmas Morn (A Soldier's Toast)" and see what you think. Thanks for a wonderful read.

[Pamela Martin Makuk]

Thanks for your review of The Seduction of Dolly. Love the fluidity of this poem. Pam

[Pamela Martin Makuk]

Thanks for your comments, noted. Love the fluidity of your peom looking forward to reading more.

[Andromeda]

fantastic!

[rumpulpulsky]

I hope they have enough space there. They'll need it.
Why don't they paing the house black?

[HazelSkye]

Lovely. Check your spelling, though. Sentinel, not sentinal. Otherwise, beautiful poem.

[Danielle]

I love the feel of this poem, its short but still powerful in its simple imagery. Good work!