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We Watched the Water MAG
As the Heavens drenched our flesh,
chilled us through our tattered coats,
we watched the fleeing angels
take to their water-logged boats.
With wings hidden ‘neath rags,
and smiles under shadows,
they took flight from the waters,
and headed for the meadows.
Like nails driven by hammers,
the acid drops descended upon us,
burning like the midday Sun,
and glowing like phosphorous.
At the water's wispy edge,
we did wait with wraiths,
underneath the eclipsed moon,
like cultists, with boundless faith.
We saw autumn's air turn the leaves,
and winter's breath bite the flowers.
Aberrant specters gazed on from
the woods,
as seconds turned to minutes, and
then hours.
We strode into the changing tide
as the darkness of the toiling seas
rose above our hanging heads,
and the towering forest of trees.
Murmurs of the sullen depths
echoed in our shattered minds.
We struggled to seize the air,
knowing we'd been left behind.
Then, as bubbles floated about us,
and thunder shook the colossal waves,
golden, burning wings took form
to pull us from our watery graves.
All was not lost, even in the end
when Death stared me in the eye.
I had a guardian angel, somewhere,
not quite prepared for good-bye.