The Angel Seer


There he sat, dark and weary
Soul grown heavy, the night dreary
Face worn of years, heart leaking tears
'Twas the angel seer

There he sat, dark and weary
Wings folded solemn,eyes cast,laugh fallen
As he stared, at mortals ill fared
'Twas the angel seer.

There he sat, dark and weary
Through wars a waging,and laughter flailing
Through a baby's first cry,and an old man's last sigh
'Twas the angel seer

There he sat, dark and weary
Counting deaths, stealing lives
Treading through mortal woes, hating the plain, lackluster, lies
'Twas the angel seer

There he sat, dark and weary
Grimacing at human's fate,waiting for heaven's gate
sat he, bored and dulled,of history repeating time and again
Bored of strife, bored of men
As he watched,the game of life
'Twas the angel seer

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