Now don't start thinking i'm very religios, i have a facination for angels and demons. i was sitting in church (see i'm not a athiest) and someone said something that struck me and i wrote this during the sermon. Enjoy and tell me if you like this kind of poetry, i'm thinking of writing more on angels.

Brooke Monroe

Angels weep tears of flame

Watching behind their pearly gates

See the world crumble down

Never leaving their holy clouds

Robes of purest white

Halos a golden light

Standing regal or playing harps

A chosen race above us all

Given wings with which to fly

Holy creatures by God’s side