The Blood of An Angel
They say angels live in the clouds
High above the Earth, watching with eyes that see
All.
They say angels soar on feathered wings
On the back of a gentle wind, living pure and good
Lives.
It is what we hope for,
To become an angel when we meet our
End.
Look up; do you see the angel on the rooftop? With his wings of black
And his locks of ebony, he does not look like the other angels at
All.
But he must be an angel, for he is prepared to do anything
For the ones he loves. He has courage, the loyal courage all angels hold in their
Hearts.
The angel's heart is breaking; there are tears on his face and
Sadness in his eyes. Maybe he is wondering where the other angels
Are.
When the angel spreads his dark wings and takes to the sky,
The wind does not catch him. He falls, and he looks so
Broken.
Perhaps he was cast from Heaven's gates. Perhaps he is not one of the angels, after all.
But he is still filled with so much, too much
Caring.
There is blood on the pavement, the blood of an angel. Broken words of sorrow
And pleas to God go unanswered; God must not hear them, wherever he
Is.
Maybe it is better this way. Angels do not belong on the Earth, after all.
Surrounded by the ordinary people, when ordinary they are
Not.
The angel is not happy alone, but alone is what protects him.
It is all he has, and it is
An advantage.
But it is so hard for the angel to turn away when he hears the broken one
Speak his name over a false grave. Just one more miracle,
Sherlock.
I just watched The Reichenbach Fall for the first time, and- well, enough said. I don't think I need to describe in detail how all my feels were violently ripped apart, run over by a stampede of elephants, drowned, burned into ash, taken to the top of a very tall building and scattered to the wind. You all know how it goes. God, how is it possible to become so emotionally invested in a show with only six episodes and why are there only six episodes?!