Featherless Angel

Deep within a lonely starved mind,
Her beauty embellished by the shameful tears she cried,
Weeping until the darkest of the night,
Her quivering body wishing for warmth; to be held in such times.

Huddled in a corner wishing for a way out,
Forced to confront the choices that she has made.
Now clearly immersed in the aftermath of it all.
The idea of fate disappears from this angel’s heart.

Slowly God has vanished from her life.
Gradually this angel lost her faith in his love.
One of God’s most pure creations left in remorse,
So abandoned in this harsh nightmare of life.

Gradually her spirit fell as her soul grew cold and hostile.
Once a seductive beauty with docile white wings aloft,
Now a pitiful angel with unwieldy midnight feathers,
As her wings sunk to darkness, gradually they fell to the ground.

An angel slowly dying, painfully plunging towards the darkness,
God’s punishment… she knew this at heart.
If only she had chosen differently her feathers wouldn’t fall.
But once the last feather falls the angel’s life is gone.

But her last remaining feather fell.
And to her surprise she woke in the hands of God.
Wrapped with tender care in his blankets of wool.
Once again the Siren she once was.

For she was blinded by the devil’s work,
Force fed his lies and digested them at heart.
It was he who caused her feathers to darken and fall apart.
Now she’s in the house of God, cherished, loved and bearing wings of gold.

~this is the revised version of the poem thanks Ann and NightTears for your time to help me fix it!~