An Angel spreads its righteous wings
Its deeds — one of a kind
Yet under its halo, hidden from view
A plagued, Angelic mind
Though such beauty, glamour, glee
Has spread throughout its course
Its thoughts are fettered; grandeur, grief
And feelings of remorse
Reminded by Angelic plight
Nary a Saint can conceal, or hide
For darker they’re cast, when brighter the light
The shadows still trailing behind
Follow do they; no matter, they pray
To will them afar, to past
Yet still can’t escape the darkness they drape
How many, or few, amassed