An Angel’s Epoch.
–Jacob Dexter Coffey–
The feathers fall as sun draws dim,
The clouds then spark the songs so grim,
A knock–knock knock–knock way up high,
The thunder cracks–open the sky,
Once clouds hath cleared from Heaven’s view,
The tablet breaks to start anew,
The Haloed Stars doth cloth Earth’s floor,
Consequence of Metal- Blood- and Gore,
The brief battle- ******- scarlet blur,
Tread alow- anon- holy messenger,
When Heaven’s Wings protect the Gate,
The Light shall burn upon ******-Hate,
Time’s chant fails not of constant beat,
Bow forth else face an ironclad fleet,
The hallow grounds doth plague the sight,
By severed ties- commence stellar fight…