The Angel

An angel born on wings of light
so spleandorous shining through the night
blinded by her own bright glare
hit the moon and did not fare

Tumbled to earth and lost her way
by impact forced on earth to stay
dazed and afraid in the world she stood
doing good whenever she could

Broken but somehow still she lend
to everyone who needed a helping hand
and on that earth so very alone
like a sun so bright, she shone

And with every person she did help
every person and every welp
she stored her power and her light
within that soul to make things right

Although every heart she met, she won
the light had faded, nearly gone
In her weakend dimly state
from the earth she almost fade

And lost to us she almost were
if not her solemn cry was heard
many answered to her plight
to help the bringer of light

But none could see what was so wrong
and all proclaimed she stayed too long
and now the time for her had come
a lie that was believed by some

but there was one, a shining knight
true in soul and heart filled with light
he saw her pain and then did know
twas not her time from earth to go

Returned to her what she lost
and although payed for it at great cost
the angel was amongst us once more
ready to fullfill her chore

But there within her enlighted soul
the knight lived on forever more
and since that day the favour returned
gave the land for what it yearned

For every deed some help was given
to feed the earth and all the living
and in the knights spirit, heaven lives on
even when the angel be gone...

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Phaestian, in the year 385 AF.