Crowned.

 

Crowned

                       

 

An Angel’s wings light the sky,

people hoping they won’t die.

A smile upon its face,

Eyes that shine with grace.

Skin as smooth as silk,

And in its hands a child’s quilt.

 

What child has such luck?

A child who likes ducks?

A child whose name might be Buck?

Maybe we’re mistaken,

What if it is not a child’s quilt?

Could it be child taken?

 

The small figure moves in the wind.

A bird sings its song in a distance.

Families kin gather around

To watch the new born child be crowned

Is this a prince we see?

Or a king soon to be?

 

The figure rises while the Angel falls.
The light across the earth dims.

The sweet Angels’ face saddens.

An Angel banished from heaven.

The child a king in heaven.

 

The two-forever opposites.

One rules hell.

The other rules heaven.

One feared, while the other is worshipped.

A bird’s song fades while the two disappear.

Our lives silenced

By the sight, we saw here.

 

 

Reviews

[Alya Usman]

All of your poems are really distinct. You are a pretty unique poet. No cliches or anything.

I love this poem. The ending is really good.

[Madara Uchiha]

I like it and has very nice imagery.

[Vincent A. Beasley]

I like it =] It painted a very epic picture in my head of light and dark. Both symbolic and literal. Well done. Although I believe that satin is not the ruler of hell. It was created for his punishment. But it's still imaginative =] great

[Flo_writer]

The biblical poem (smile) I enjoyed this, very creative. Can't wait to read more of your work