Anima Poem by Aram Stefanian

Your soul is halting on its way to obscurity.
It meets a black winged angel with a juvie face
And follows the messenger of death in anxiety,
Still hoping for absolution and a saving grace.

I appeal to your guardian angel to bring you back:
It's too early for you to leave your cherished earth.
For lack of divine wisdom, you happened to be off the track.
Can angels give a guarantee of the second birth?

If true love is omnipotent, it's gonna do wonders.
It can command your soul to get back into its body.
It's a rust resistant explosive force, smashing the borders
Between two realms in such a way that even Death feels giddy.