Fallen Angels

by Ian Robert   Sep 10, 2004


The fear of tomorrow,
The fear of an angel without wings,
Watch the sun consume the earth,
Her beauty like the fiery mass,
Hurling toward everything we know,
Feathers long forgotten,
Blackened by the heat of the end,
If you Liston you shall hear them cry,
Humanities quietly waiting...

Ian Robert Potapoff

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