More poems by Hidden-Behind-Scars

an angel is an angel however we seek

wings black as coal, or white like mountain peaks
an angel is an angel however we seek
dark versus light is what they all say
but are they comparing angels or times of the day?

whether from heaven or hell,
we can never tell.
I'm not one for the devil or for Jesus Christ
but really are angels just a big heist?

with wings black as coal, or white like mountain peaks
an angel is an angel however we seek