The Angels We AreA Poem by Kyle W. Hunt Pantoum A younger place When everything was new And there your beautiful face Was regarded as true When everything was new A pleasure from high regards Was regarded as true As she played out her cards A pleasure from high regards Blanketed the land As she played out her cards She opened her hand Blanketed the land A snowy white dream She opened her hand And shot out a beam A snowy white dream Turned into a stallion of black And shot out a beam Don't look back Turned into a stallion of black She was awfully bright Don't look back As she let out her light She was awfully bright As her wings spread out As she let out her light She spread peace throughout As her wings spread out She took her flight She spread peace throughout The cold, dark night She took her flight And sang her song The cold, dark night Couldn’t stay long And sang her song Her time was up Couldn’t stay long As she drank from her cup Her time was up Father beckoned her higher As she drank from her cup She climbed the sky spire Father beckoned her higher And there your beautiful face She climbed the sky spire to A younger place © 2011 Kyle W. Hunt |
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Added on April 13, 2011 Last Updated on April 13, 2011 Author
Kyle W. HuntWest Long Branch, NJAboutI'm a college student, I've been writing poetry and short stories since I learned they existed. Mostly poetry and song lyrics, but I am in the midst of my first novel and have a few short stories. als.. more..Writing
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