There is an angel within our midst.
But she has grown her wings and flown away.
Leaving not reason nor response.
All we can do is stand back, watching in dismay.
We wait for the angel to once again sing her song
And tell us everything is right with the world.
But we wait in vain.
For no song emerges from the ground beneath our feet.
The ground where the angel within our midst lies
Sleeping, waiting for a time to arise when the world
Will once again need her beautiful song.
The angel had once quelled wars and conflicts.
With her beautiful song.
But today she lies helpless.
A rotting corpse in the rotting earth.
And while her beauty rots
The earth declines around her.
There are no more flowers
There is no more sun.
It is a cold and unrelenting place of death.
A shapeless form of eternal night.
Its citizens are desperate.
They pray every second.
For their angel to rise up from her earthly grave
And return their land to its former beauty.
But they know that this will never happen.
Their angel is lost and gone.
Her spirit has flown away to a better place.
And she wishes not to return to her earthly existence.