You mourn and wonder about the Angel

Who taught your oceans to pour from you

Who tied bladed chimes to their name

And your heart so breathing burns.

You cry for mercy but

You forget dear Grace,

Not all winged are

Heaven sent.

Some fell.

Damned.

My first attempt at the poetry format reversed etheree.

Here is the definition according to the owlcation website:

An Etheree is a 10-line poem in which each line follows a syllable count that matches the line number. For example, the first line has one syllable, the second has two, etc. It can also be reversed.

It was fun and I hope to see more here in fictionpress.

Kindly read and review and I shall return the favor.