the angel comes-
flames in his footsteps
orange death on his wings-
his eyes speak
the end is now
.
the angel breathes-
your world crumbles to ashes, scattered by a
blackened fey wind
.
you lie weeping and
ruined in all your shifting ruins-
the angel smiles amid his
consuming fires,
drifts away in the breeze
.
and you blink to discover a
new world
shimmering in its first dawn