The Angel - Stranger Poem by DM W

The angel - stranger came from outside our city.
He had no halo, no family, no possessions.
No one seemed sure whether he was from the holy
House of God or a skilled agent of the devil.
Yet he was blessed with the rare gift of prophecy.
With his phantasmagoric new dreams and visions,
That offered many signs of hope and redemption,
He helped restore trust amongst the citizenry.
But our cruel leaders feared his unusual powers,
So they met and plotted between themselves slyly,
And found ways to charge him with alleged blasphemy.
Now he rots away in a dark, foreboding tower.