The Fantasy Collection

Some of Angel's poetry put into a fantasy-themed anthology. It's abstract, it's imagery, it's Angel all over!

Step lively,

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.

The End

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