A/N: Written for the Setting Boot Camp for setting: the Quidditch Pitch and prompt: 036 – angel.
The Quidditch Pitch
Poem 7: The Bat that Flew Over the Quidditch Pitch
He was black
as he streaked
against a red sky
and a yellow pitch
once dancing
with green pixie lights.
He was black:
blackened
by the fumes
fed by funeral fires
and demons
locked
in a nightmare-wrought steel cage –
Unbreakable,
unmalleable,
untearable –
Impossible to open
or to colour over
with white
For a fallen angel
never got the chance
to rise again
to heaven
And it was a sad thing,
because under that black,
it, the land far below,
could see the angel's tears
behind a demon mask
And then it was gone
as the bat flew past.