Death of an angel

The feathers fall,
From dusty wings.
Rain clouds reflected
In the tears of her dreams.

As reeds drown,
In fast-flow streams,
The babbling brooks are
Deafening her screams.

Look to sky,
Where are the stars?
Night is dawning on the
Lights in our hearts.
The air cracks
Above our heads,
The moon wanes in her
Sleepless, empty bed.

And cross the morgue,
The grey grass waves,
The wind is howling
As you step on broken blades.

There - by the tree,
Lies what’s left,
Though she’s not here,
You can still sense the regret.

And through the storm,
Beyond the dark,
She’s looking down,
At the beginning of the start.
With shining eyes,
And an open soul,
Above the land mines,
In the blackest of holes.

The heavens are rumbling
across lands.
Every golden bullet, tumbling
from her hands,
Shattered silver linings
tear the roof tops.
Echoing her loss,
And all we forgot.