• Archangel

    Flourishing above the death and despair,

    Halos that sparkle like the sun itself.

    Light delicate beings without a care,

    Their figure like that of a small elf.

    Like the opposite of beings from hell,

    They can tell and they can show you the truth.

    Up in heaven is where these creatures dwell,

    Full of old wisdom but still in their youth.

    Hearts that are pure like their silver feathers,

    Rain will pour whenever they cry in pain.

    The vindictive ones need to be tethered,

    Because all of their thoughts are in vain.

    But down in the depths of the darkest night,

    Comes the evil that has a vicious bite.