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(4) Orbs Of Judgment
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Demon Series Knees resting on cold marbled floor
Neck bent, head hung low
Shame, fear and frustration show
awaiting judgment from the highest of high
soft rustle of wings as time draws nigh
Mist dances quiet, translucent white
hovering above ground, just within sight
All is quiet within hallowed hall
but for the drop of a tear as it falls
The orbs look down; the eyes of the father
no emotion or guile behind the black, smother
Unseen energy fills the crevices of the soul
as images replay and events are retold
Made by His hand, fed by His thought
Flawed by the crime that free will has wrought
In the world a flower wilts despite the rain
Deep within the madness; sane
An arm raises in fervent anger; a flower dies
a river runs freely from scarlet rimmed eyes
Wings extend by their own volition
as the meaning of judgement bears fruition
Knees straighten, feet become firmly placed
head is raised as eyes gaze unto His face
Time is stilled, a moment of death in all things
a figure falls far from grace, leaving behind wings.
