Hopefully the point got across in this one. It was another one of those impulse-poems. I'm having a lot of those lately xD
The angels cry
While I am sleeping;
Sweetly chanting,
For day to come.
“The world is ending,
It's been on fire.
Morning come,
Please end the shade.”
The night is long,
And shadows haunting;
The clouds are gray
Beneath the veil.
The world is ending,
And while we’re dreaming
We ignore the angel‘s call.
