Two Angels

Under the dark, bubbling clouds

That boil, froth, and seethe

Amidst the torrents of rain

That attack the earth relentlessly

Stands a man in this turbulent night

Tall, dark, lonely, and mysterious.

He heeds not the great and mighty storm

Nor does he notice the rain's painful stabs.

He is immune to the wind's sharp lashes;

The rolling clouds he flippantly mocks.

And Nature respects him and pays homage willingly

Recognizing him as her Master, her Lord Protector.

His mantle is a piece of midnight grey

Ripped from the sky and laid upon his back;

His eyes are two, brilliant fragments of jade,

And his hair the sheer blackness of night.

His body is strong, powerful, and broad;

His gloved hands bear witness to his dark past.

However, he has but one ray of light about him

Shining boldly upon his dark, handsome façade:

A white glow that fearlessly dares to illuminate

The distorted features of his right side.

It causes him great pain, agony, or sorrow,

But oddly, it also comforts and gives strength.

It covers his face like a pale, white mask

Adding interest and mystery to this lonesome man.

Many wonder how is he—an angel of night

Able to carry this mask of beauty and purity.

To him they never go to ask about this anomaly,

But into themselves they seek the answer and come up lacking.

He treads upon the ground, alone and happy to be,

Casting dark glances whenever there's a need;

Keeping everyone distant, pushing them away,

For he does not wish to befriend those he abhors.

And in return, they gladly keep a safe distance

From this angel of night with the white mask.

Despite his best efforts in hiding away,

This tormented angel fell in love with another.

She was so perfect, pure, and young

That he felt unworthy to ask her to return

The passionate love he felt in his breast,

To ask her to taint her garments with his pain.

But, in the end, it was not she who changed

For, in her glory, she spread her wings and banished his fears.

Agony, despair, pain, and loss—all evaporated and vanished

Like mist in the deep, gloomy night.

Together, they now walk in the path of joy,

The mask forgotten, and his demons unheard of.