Host of the clouds
Abide with me she pleads
From the rising of the sun
To where the bats reside
All on the right of the aisle
The knife she holds
In high esteem
She represents the flames on the dagger
Dug beneath six feet down
Feet’s beyond
Like a volcano
She explodes unto the earth
Turning into lava
Orbiting around a fire
Flashes of violence
Sprang up like the springs of living water
Seeking protection
In the arms of angels
Angelic beings with mortal intelligence
Allowing the church to abide in her heart
Defeated yet still pressing
Her wings spread forth to bring strength and protection
An angel in disguise
She turns out to be
The darkness holds her back
Pulling stronger each day like gravity
Unto the next
Through perseverance and consistency
She tries to lay down the towel
Feathers roll and shake
Saying to her spirit
“You and I can make it if only we try”
Depressed yet firm
Disowned yet amazing
Remembering who she is
She gets unto her feet
With the dagger in place
Fast in the sky
As fast as flash
She joins the birds