Sonnet

I just finished writing this and shared it with Zoe and she liked. So I hope you do too. Enjoy!

Where Angels Come From:

The sun sets on another dark and gloomy day.
Shadows rise out of dust and cling to the
ever present darkness. As it turns gray.
Ghosts sing their ballads of another time.
When all souls were pure of all sins and lies.
Harm was not a measurement of fears,
but of the true rightness, glory, and freedom
that we all behold inside with our own strengths.

Death only comes to those without true fear.
Fear protects you from the darkness outside here.
Outside of the communities where light is,
where God stands as holy and heavenly to all.
Souls are not up to grabs here as they are
promised to become the angels in dreams