I once saw a celestial being
Standing on the edge of a cliff
As if looking over the world, seeing
Reveling in what mortals have made of it .
And he seemed to carry a great sorrow
shoulders hunched and posture stiff.
With his back towards me, I could see the divine wings
white as snow, shimmering under the sun
they were adorned with gold, like robes of a king
but drooped like a peasant’s head in court
aligning with the angle of his head,
bent in deep resolution.
A split second,
And he moved.
Wings outstretched to their full glory,
Back straightened into a n alert stance
And his head turned towards me.
Captivated, I froze under the glance
of his eyes that were like molten gold orbs
with a midas’ touch of their own.
His heavenly gaze flicked away as if in guilt
While mine lingered and swept over that crystal face,
The slope of his nose, angles of his cheek
And the slant of his mouth,
All dripping with such divine grace
I wish I could have lived longer in that moment
Paused time for all of eternity
but alas it could only become my last memory
the angle of death had come to see me.
He spoke with a mournful voice
it’s a curse, I’m sorry you saw me
a tear ran down his face
as my soul left my flesh
and I thought to myself
there couldn’t have been a better
end to my story
than dying at the mercy
of witnessing such lethal beauty.