Greatness Anoints

The forlorn dove creeps
throughout the sky
hopelessly devoted
to finding the right lie

The one to upset
the poor fallen wings
dropped off of
the weak-willed angel

He carefully swoops
through clouds among us
turning right and left
with no one to burden

The scribe tucked tightly
under his left wing
he tries to forget
the troubles he's seen

What he glanced upon
with regal robes
shattered his heart
and danced upon his soul

The auburn sky
lights up with rebellion
as he passes through it
while nothings to stop him

He hits the high
note of his voice
while trembling heavily
upon greatness anoints