This poem is dedicated to the seven angels from the spaceship Columbia. Those vapor trails that you see gliding across the sky, in my opinion, are their spirits flying to heaven, racing across the blue. This is from Maron's perspective, as she flies along with them and watches alongside, in morning mourning. Enjoy.
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Rosebud Phaerietaylez
Chapter 2:
Disintegration Day (For Columbia Angels)

It turns to a burst of light,
That I can see,
And then it explodes
Into crystal stars,
Like heaven
Falling down
From Earth.

I am dressed in white,
Enormous wings on my back,
And I see them,
Fly to them,
Faster than the speed of sound.

I cry, "Please, don't burn away!
Please, don't burn away!"
So is Disintegration Day.

The seven angels tried their best
To prevent their deaths,
Desperately,
But all was lost,
As the ship began to turn into
A burst of yellow,
And I race with the debris
Across the morning sky,
And I pray,

God, let these angels be fine.
You helped Fin Fish,
You helped Access,
You helped Celcia, Toki, Riru,
Every angel in this world,
Even me.
Now, even though
I can't be born again.
I call for your help
In preventing these angels
From drowning into the fire,
The night of fire
When Satan becomes reborn.

I cry, "Please, don't burn away!
Please, don't burn away!"
So is Disintegration Day.

He answers my call,
And with a wave of his hands,
He takes the despondent angels
From the debris
Before they burn into dust,
And he cleans them,
And their charred clothes fall off,
Now they are dressed in pure white
Like me.

They slowly open their eyes,
And they see each other,
Still in the flesh, yet free from burns
Or troubles, or any infirmities,
And they say,
"Where are we?"

I approach them,
The floating angels
Who now have wings,
And I say to them,
"Hello, Columbia Angels."

They are stunned.
They don't know who I am,
But one of them, the man
Who is from the Holy Land
Recognizes me and says,
"You…are the one who saved us.
Thank you."

I respond, "I know the world is
Mourning your loss,
But don't cry everyone.
You did your best,
And it is through God that
I took you out of the debris.
I am the angel Maron.
You are now angels,
And I will show you your new home.
Come, take my hand."

Like a chain of kids
Holding hands
As if they were at a museum,
I take them over to heaven,
Where they are nursed back to health,
And live happily.

They say, "Thank you, Maron.
We will remember you."

I say, as I take off for Japan,

Remember, If you are falling from the sky,
Just call me, I'll catch you in my arms
And hold you tightly.
If you need me, I will be there.
I will be there.
And I will save your soul
Come Disintegration Day.
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End Chapter 2.
Dear seven Columbia Angels…pray for us!