Japanesse Angels

Singing in the blood of a thousand doves,
Listening to the sound of the dripping blood,
Know that every choice has a consequence,
Prospective can change the world,
Is the glass half empty, or half full.

Like it has been said,
So many times before,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Grasp the fact's,
You have lost.

A match of Japanese steel,
Katanna's to wield,
Straining the body and soul,
Training for the sake of tomorrow,
Because the strings of today are slowly fraying.

An angel in the mystic air,
Gloating through the winds of despair,
The hunter springs from the ground,
Slicing the feathers without a sound,
Lacing the white with crescent splatter.

Something inside of her eyes had died,
Passion, lust, and the need for flight,
Taking away whats most desired,
Colliding with our mother earth,
Ending life with a birth

Ian Robert Potapoff