The Angelic Lore

The present looks pleasing,
The fire of hurt seems to be dousing,
As the sapphires shower their glance on me,
Glum seeks to transform in glee,
What a delightful ingratiating maze,
That settles all the saddening haze,
How deep had I drowned in the sorrow's well?
How long was I caught in the melancholic shell?
The valorous knight,
I caught his sight,
Striding on his glorious steed,
He pulled me away from the wolf's greed,
Gratified I repose,
As the past's aching chapter closed,
Not material, but a spiritual truth,
Shall compose this angelic lore....

(c) S.S





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