Father Out Of Time And Other Stories

Broken Angel

Beneath A Pile Of Ash

In the past I slept between the tent and the trees. Yet now I wander.

Long ago, from grass to river I sip wine. Yet not its dirty water from the grave. To not drink is brave.

In the past I slept between the tent and the trees. Yet now I wander.

I now wake up, another eon has passed. All the people see an angel in the farmyard. And yet secrets hide.

In the past I slept between the tent and the trees. Yet now I wander.

It takes one sin To take my life away. And yet it's you Who sees no demon, Under the skin of flames.

But a broken angel, Hidden beneath a pile of ash.

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