As a beacon
You lit the sky
A falling star
From Heaven high
Painted lips
Eyes of beauty
An angel falling
Who failed in duty.
Criss cross path
Amongst the stars
Now to Earth
With bitter scars
Each ribbon of flame
Free of master
Battered frame
To seek shelter.
Lost within
The cruel hours
The doubting moments
Fear that showers
Immortality gone
You age as we
Power drained
Soon to see.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2026 01:53
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Comments3
An angel appeared to you and granted you a miracle - a bus turned up! lol.
YES BUT NOT NO 7 LOL !!!!!!
Abuse may occur even in heaven. A wonderful write that transforms the spiritual into the mortal
most kind, thanking you always appreciated
Most welcome
Quite epic in scope and delivery. Most enjoyed dear friend 🕊️🙏
thanks, always appreciate the read
Most welcome🕊️🙏🏻
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