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Jul 2014
The clonds
underneath
their feet
start to turn gray .

No one notices until a young
chérubin stops to say

Lord, the night is upon us
should we fear her ?
for she is getting near.

All stop and look,
in amazement
as for the fist time since creation
the light over their head starts
to turn back to black
and some angels can't stop
from running overthe clouds
falling to earth,
escaping the black menacing track.

That day, the sun on heaven set .
Dark gloomed and stormed ahead
unstoppable onto the bretheren set
all together their father at it's head
all frightened, looking
helpless while the gold on the gates
were muffuled into ***** bars of yellow
some eyes firmly closed, faces
frozen by the abscence of the natural halo
eyes all wide open mouths shut
others whispering in the light the of night
" Father! Flee should we not? "

The next day,
the mesterious
dark monster's tail had finally
passed over the horizon
Light could come back to heaven
but did not leave without planting turmoil
in paradise's still trembeling soil.

Between the surviving angels
a terrible secret was being whispered
between pauses of scared pointing
and panting breathing ..

Uriel had seen something terrible.

As the dark covered the sky
with it'sobscuring veil..
In all the horror of the panic
that followed the lost of the light
Uriel saw something that wasn't right.

God, father of all angels was looking
straight ahead at the approaching
and menacing beast,
arms simply resting
on his knees.

his glorious lips began trembling
and as another hundred
angels fell desperately
to their death
hoping to find rest.
Uriel saw a single tear roll
like one of God's fallen angels
from his cheek onto his knees
staining with the divine liquid
on one of the libraries scroll.

So God had shed a tear..
The Angels knew now
the bell would toll .
Henry Brooke
Written by
Henry Brooke  Paris
(Paris)   
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