Some of Angel's poetry put into a fantasy-themed anthology. It's abstract, it's imagery, it's Angel all over!
Look! His hands, his feet,
The blood that pours eternal,
And fire burns a mile deep,
Ripped threads are left to burn there;
The heart is broken, skies are dark;
There is no more to see,
But if your life is all doomed now,
He’ll take it so you’re free.
Forever I shall I trust a soul,
Whose heart was all for us,
For him I’ll sing of mountains deep,
It’s my Lord I trust.