AN- Please keep an open mind when reading this. I have had reviews on other sites saying that this is blasphemous. It is not intended that way. As I have said in the Summery, this story was influenced by the song Engel by Rammstein. The lyrics are on my profile. Please enjoy this story and please reveiw when you have finished. Thank you.
Weeping Angels
The night is silent as the snowflakes drift to the ground around him, but he doesn't notice. He is listening; listening to a song only he can hear, an angel's choir. It whispers in the wind and drifts through the graves as he raises his face to the heavens.
The Angels gaze down on the weeping boy. They weep for him, for themselves, for his fate. He will live forever, amongst the Angels. Not now, but too soon. Those who are good in Life shall become an Angel in Death. They sing their anguish as the boy peers up through their frozen tears.
As he listens another voice joins the choir. A voice he never thought he'd hear again. Her voice. The voice of his childhood, of home, of safety.
She sings her love for him, her worry and her fear. Never does she want to see him among the Angels. Never should he live in fear, behind the sun, separated, clinging to the stars.
He weeps harder as he hears her voice. He listens to her love for him. And her warnings.
Unseen in brightest light,
Unheard in darkest night,
Angels watch but cannot touch,
Others look but cannot see,
Angels wish to be free.
The boy is stunned by the sorrow he hears in the Angels' voices. So serene yet the pain is undeniable. Like bells or chimes but with an undercurrent of an unknown force. He listens on.
When the clouds have gone to sleep,
This is when they start to weep,
Angels live but in such fear,
Behind the Sun on the other side,
Divorced from Earth an endless wide.
His tears stop flowing as he listens to her voice. His grief feels like nothing compared to that of the Angels. The thought alone of being seperated from all that is dear and true makes his own grief feel like a small pebble standing in the shodow of a great mountain.
Clinging tight to the stars above,
So they can't fall like a broken Dove,
Angels live alone and afraid,
As they scream from the highest prison,
Why from death have we been risen?
The boys' tears start to flow again but this time they are not painful tears. They are healing tears. Even in death she is watching over him just as they said she would. Just as she said she would.
As we watch from way up here,
We behold the ones that we hold dear,
Angels sing their warnings loud,
This they realise is why they are banished,
To stop all hope from being vanished.
The boy stands up from her grave and walks. The grief from losing her will never leave but for now he is at peace. He stops at the cemetery gate to look once more at the headstone that marks her resting place. "You can be free now." He whispers into the silence, "I'll be okay."
The Angel that was his Mother smiles as she loosens her hold on the star. Her job is done. Now she shall be free.