Gabriel descended
and he called out to me
So I got out of my bed
and swam to him across the sea
We met within the forest
under cover of the shade
I asked why he had beckoned
he said, Because you obeyed
As we walked, he asked
what forever haunts my soul:
If you had a preference,
would you cause or close the hole?
The first to arrive at the other side
and leave the ones you love behind,
Or live to lose them, one by one,
the last one to be left alive?
I could not respond, and so I walked
away and left him there.
I came when called, and my reward:
a cross I’m too weak to bear.
Returning home as dawn arrived
met by the sleepy faces
My beloved ones, unbeknownst
to such lonely and dark places.
I’ve run away, and on the lam
a nomad known by none;
Those I have left I pray forget
the madness that Gabriel spun.
Night brings chill, and he returns
and I, weary, can’t hide
Kneeling beside, he says to me
You can’t outrun the tide
I’d hoped to circumvent the loss
in death that he’d revealed;
For if alone, I could not lose
or be lost when fate wield
The ones I’d loved were left without
me, I too lost them all
For fear of death had drowned my hope
the day the angel called
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Gabriel descended
and he called out to me
So I got out of my bed
and swam to him across the sea
We met within the forest
under cover of the shade
I asked why he had beckoned
he said, Because you obeyed
As we walked, he asked
what forever haunts my soul:
If you had a preference,
would you cause or close the hole?
The first to arrive at the other side
and leave the ones you love behind,
Or live to lose them, one by one,
the last one to be left alive?
I could not respond, and so I walked
away and left him there.
I came when called, and my reward:
a cross I’m too weak to bear.
Returning home as dawn arrived
met by the sleepy faces
My beloved ones, unbeknownst
to such lonely and dark places.
I’ve run away, and on the lam
a nomad known by none;
Those I have left I pray forget
the madness that Gabriel spun.
Night brings chill, and he returns
and I, weary, can’t hide
Kneeling beside, he says to me
You can’t outrun the tide
I’d hoped to circumvent the loss
in death that he’d revealed;
For if alone, I could not lose
or be lost when fate wield
The ones I’d loved were left without
me, I too lost them all
For fear of death had drowned my hope
the day the angel called
Written over a year ago as inspired by a dream
