These Raging Angels... Poem by DM W

These raging angels,
In fiery descents, fracture
Tender earth; turn green
To ashes, turn liquid joy
To hardened mourning,
In the twinkling of an eye.
These fallen angels,
With clipped wings, will never be
Able to unfold
Their beauty to waiting worlds.
Again. O they pace
Plagued streets of ennui alone.
These solemn angels
Hide behind dark masks, like those
Who are blinded by,
Truth's unalterable light.
These weary angels,
Lie down in the stark silence,
Only to confront
A thousand waking nightmares.