Celestial

My wings span apart of mine shadow…
And thy summons spires and I heed, while I doth thine light and yon shroud.

When I turn she’s prostrate and I lower my sculpted brow. Tall in wreathed-wing gray before ye fully faced, I search beyond the force hath driven by my evidence scribed upon her vision. And her soul shires to the divine passed before my eyes.

She turns if velvet’s mantle, and love there’s trust I bend. And within our lock is verse, and proudly sunned our wedded muse brings.
Sought I must yield to the pregnant faith has burst, landed nearest me a breathing angel.

For has fortune bade me born of mortal’s blend, a half between the worlds.