I squint through the keyhole, <br />Push open the door, <br />Pearly white feathers lie strewn on the floor. <br />From pigeons these feathers could well have been hacked, <br />But blood streams in rivers from a dark angel's back. <br />Who would have committed this hideous crime? <br />Pulled the wings off an angel and hurled her through time? <br />The knife in her grasp silently answers for me, <br />There's a reason she sits there, all naked and gory. <br />To be human's her wish, <br />Just one sacrifice. <br />Will grant her desire, <br />Her wings will suffice. <br />Her hair is all matted and her hand shakes with pain, <br />But her eyes show no loss, <br />Only sparkle with gain. <br />She's amazed at the knowledge that she's human at last, <br />Time to move on and invent a new past. <br />Her bright smile falters, <br />Her eyes show new fear. <br />No longer immortal, <br />Her blood debt's too dear. <br />I back through the feathers still scattered on the floor, <br />Take the key from the keyhole and pull shut the door.<br /><br />EMMA Funnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-10/
