Angel's Descent

Rising slowly from the ground, not a creature to be found.

The rising sun against my eyes makes me blind to all your lies.

I'm spinning slowly on solid feet, and still my head can't hear this beat,

this music coming from the trees that once had brought me to my knees.

Instead my soul thirsts for more, a new, untouched, tribal score. 

Come now, rise against that crushing grip

And bow no more to the demon's whip.

Follow, follow, blue skies ahead,

No longer broken, your spirits dead.

And in our wake a trail of dust, the lasting sound of an Angel's lust.

Reviews

[MOON]

Its like a beautiful song.

[Robert Haigh]

An intriguing write, with an overall positive vibe to it. The imagery is interesting and quite strong.