the water flowed from above as they hid the stray away below
none to see who would believe even if they saw
the fire in the sky
there stood the 2 angels before her then multiplied in numbers to high to count
swords in hand an orange glow
tentacles of sun rays welcoming and soft
a flower petal that will soon know death
when the water stops and the cold starts
still above one left eye drawn heavy with coal
all they thought was holy
pinned down by the destroyer
a practiced craft through time and space
where songs and words mark a place
there in the shimmer she saw a glimmer
as the dead danced beside her
ready to set the pace
Pax Tibi
Alhamdulillah
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