We wallow in the dust and mire

The glitter of our wings

Coated

Shrouded and choked till but a speck remained

Like a lone star in a desecrated sky

The others have fallen

But that last light clings to our tattered wings

Like a beacon on crushed velvet twilight

Always glowing

The image of hope

Revealed through a long tunnel of exhaust and neon

Weve crawled here so lone

Weve forgotten the sun.

Perched on the edge of hell

In the village of remorse

We stare

At the last of our brethren, dangling by garrotes of barbed wire

Ropes of braided steal, twisted metal

In the hand of mortals feigned devotion

Preying for Gabriel to blow his horn

But the horn is lost

We stole it when we fell

The impact left the bright gold dented and tarnished

Ruined

Like the crushed, torn wings of Gabriel when we ripped them from him

Theyre buried together now in the first great crypt

Our penance

For trying to prove that we were gods.

What a shame

Our existence a novel of petty feuds to rock the heavens

Myths and legends

Stories of our descent diffused by tall tales and urban legends

Our aspirations

Mirror images of yours

Only were lacking the basic promise of your free will

Now we look up

At the pained glass portraits of life

Hells glass ceiling

Trampled by mud soaked feet, smeared with bile and vomit

The excrement of dogs

Brightened by the blood of lifes victims

And the ash white dust of those forsaken by fate

Lady death, cackling in her infinite dance

We laugh at all you've thrown away

Then we weep, because we cant join you.

wow darkling!! that was beautiful!!

Thank you :)

u are so welcome. i really liked that!!

Welcome to JSH (((darkling)))

A very good epitome of the idiosyncrasies of us mortals "In the hand of mortals feigned devotion" Great summarization of a very complex subject.A great poem written with passion.

Welcome to JSH

:) thank you very much, it's good to be here.