(I own nothing... "sob...")
Angels I hear them speak, I listen…
Deep in the nights silence…
Where earth and sky in peace abide,
And the only lights light in the distance…
Where the smoke of the mountains touches the sun,
And the land is wrapped in their embrace.
These angels with their wings of rag,
And a shadow in place of a face.
Who are these angels? Secret and strange,
They wait with arms of steel laid bare
And in the breeze their tangled manes
Blow with a winters silver glare.
Their robes are of the deepest black,
And harsh the song they sing.
They seem to walk a path that none should trod,
But that they are angels I have no doubt,
For they serve a fiery God.