The Envy of AngelsA Poem by LenwhitneyBeware the envy of angels. A tragic tale of love, loss and desperation, with a dash of the macabre for good measure.The angels envied our love, so they carried my love away. The angels, jealous of our love, sent death to take her away.
Our love was a love forever anon, a love which death could not end. Covetousness took her, now she is gone. Broken, my heart shall not mend. Jealous the winged seraphs on high, jealous of the love we shared which transcended the love of those angels on high, whose heavenly love, ours paled. I curse all the angels of heaven above, curse with my flesh and my bone. I curse them for taking the life of my love, who lies as cold as the stone. She lies, does my love,as cold as the stone, she lies, but my love does not cease. She lies does my love, but does not lie alone, for with her I oft rest in peace. Entwined we lay like twins in the womb and lays she so still without breath, together as lovers we lie in this tomb. Together in love, life and death. But the angels are envious still of our love and beckon me with them to leave. Ascending to heaven, my soul finds its' love and never again shall it grieve.
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