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.
