writing Blunt, yet ever the truth

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Wings of the angel

Such were words of hated grief

 

Envy of the savior

For what we shall never know

 

Pity of a saint

With only a deed to their name

 

Of angel’s hell

Where do the better lie?

 

That’s all I know

Myself, and three others

 

The first, of a liar

Whose namesake takes its toll

 

The second, be a thief

And belongings were at his heart

 

The third, oh surely wrong

A better man, bludgeoned to death

 

 

 

-David Favret

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

I like the wording and syntax you used a lot. It gives it a very enigmatic, yet powerful sense about it. I love the use of angels and religious imagery in poetry too. Overall, an excellent poem.