The Angel (Tianna)

The angel stood in the centre of the room. Marble pillars rose around him, stone fountains spurted water at the corners of the room and gold could be seen in every pattern on the walls and ceilings.

His golden hair blazed in the daylight filtering through the stained glass windows and the skylight above him, his eyes were bluer than the gorgeous sapphire, and in his expression there was wisdom and serenity. To see that look of self-fulfillment about him was gratifying to strangers.

A glorious angel. How marvellous.

The End

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