An Angel Wept

She waited, wouldn’t go. When the others departed, she remained. In feathered beauty, a subtle vision in white, she was and forever would be, the last.

The divine lantern slipped into the finality of night in insipid ripples of gold. No more than a melted dream, the sun dissipated. The light went out.

She wept for us all beneath the nothing moon, an angel cried in the night. But, for what?

44 thoughts on “An Angel Wept

      1. Enjoying doing it is all that matters, especially when you put such nice words to complement it! πŸ™‚

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