Mar 1, 2021
1 min read
3 Angels
One angel found this demon
Wandering lost, eyes closed
Pupils bloody encrusted and cold
Guided him to a seat on a cloud, they told
The next angel sat before him
Wiped his face with a warm damp towel
Scabs slipped away, screams he howled
Finally came to rest with a beaten scowl
The last angel looked in those eyes
And seen the demon’s sins
Where his cruelty ends and begins
And still said prayers for him
