fallen angels

a rapture poem

In the end when all the stars of the sky fall to the earth,

When the dictators hide under their golden plated desks,

The moment when your eyes are pulled to the falling moon,

I will be slipping through the crowd your money in my hand.

 

Your fixed stares humor me as I slip off your rings and jewels,

Gods fury is prepared to rain on you, pitied Sons of David

The ground shakes as people start to scream, their souls stirring

Then suddenly and without warning my body shifts and contorts

 

Great bolts of light and flames pour from my mouth and limbs

My eyes fill with rage and discomfort as my conscious slips,

The worlds hate and anger is pumped into my emotions

I let loose a rage not seen before by modern man, blind rapture

 

The screams of the weak don’t out shine the power of the lord,

Heat rises from the streets broken asphalt, steam from the sea

Horrors appear between moments of serene peace and joy

The believers kneel as the Fist of Armageddon strike heavy

 

Then, once all was still, scream silenced, heart beat slowing

I shut my blood covered eyes, the sound of my breath, calm

My hands begin to lower, wings dripping of wet crimson shake

The fallen angels have fulfilled their brief truce with the almighty

 

Their spirits whisper…

 

“gravis offendo pugnus omnipotens”

Author's Note

by the way i am agnostic and i do not believe in this, its just simply an interest

Reviews

[SoLongAndThanksForAllTh..]

This poem manages to mix spirituality, religion and horror into one heady mix.

What struck me most was the ambivalent way in which the angel begins the narration. There's no actual emotion until it all comes pouring in at the third stanza. It's as if the angel is emotionally as well as physically performing a job rather than doing something it is passionate about. The fact that when the rapture comes it is stirred up by the actions of mankind, 'the worlds hate and anger is pumped into my emotions' would perhaps make those of a religious persuasion scurry off to confess their sins at this point in the poem!

I'd be interested to know what the final line means. Unfortunately I don't have the benefit of a classical education and Google has failed me!

I enjoyed reading this poem as it manages to handle an aspect of religion without the ghastly, syrup doused nonsense I've read elsewhere. I'm sure to believers it will be inspirational but to everyone else it's just a good poem.

[FlawedByDesign]

I like the concept of fallen angels and the folklore behind it; forsaken souls, deserters of heaven and, as such, not in God's graces.
I feel that the poem is a great depiction/imagining of heaven's fury. The actions, emotions and images are lively. The following bit is almost like a wake up call,
"The worlds hate and anger is pumped into my emotions
I let loose a rage not seen before by modern man, blind rapture"

I do feel like the poem tries too much at the beginning, with the focus on the material things we put value on. It could have been kept out, because there are more important things which plague us as human begins, that you could have spoken of...at least in my opinion,

Well done.

[Erin]

Your rhythm and fluency was great. The overall movement of this poem was good. There was a lotta allusions in here, which made it kinda fuzzy, but this was definitely a good poem. Nice job.
PBP