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Angels And Demons

Angels and Demons

Share in this magical place,

This world of man.

What lies between us and them

Is a thin vail disguised as faith.

The faithless believe

There is no God, no Heaven,

There is no Hell, no darkness,

No Lucifer, no Angels,

No war between good and evil,

But they are just fooling themselves.

Call upon them, will them into the light

And they will surely make their presence known.

Look out your window, read the news,

Remember your best and worst dreams,

You will see the unseen at work.

Deny they exist if you must,

But know they live,

Just beyond the reach…

Of your five mortal senses.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Angel of Death

The Angel of Death
With us at our time of birth
Decides when we leave
This is not man’s decision
Unless there’s no God above
Perhaps there isn’t
Perhaps we aren’t watched over
And we are alone
How very sad that would be
If Heaven was pure fiction

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pearls In The Nighttime Sky

Pearls in the nighttime sky,

Surely they must be the light of angels.

Visible to the mortal eye,

Things of myth and divine fables.

 

Twinkling hope from up above,

Promising man a life here after.

Quieting the mind and heart with love,

Giving joy with bouts of laughter.

 

Adhara, Nashira, Mira, Alcyone,

Shining from the heavens beyond.

Watching, protecting ‘til time on earth is done,

Guiding their charges to the calm.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

On the Breath of the Hideous Beast

On the breath of the hideous beast,

The musk of man most surely seeped through.

To him her throat was like an elaborate feast,

As his clawed hands wound, her fear grew.

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Her hair a mix of auburn tangle and knot,

From chase through thicket sharp and deep.

The witches coven in a diabolical plot,

Souls unsuspecting they hoped to reap.

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This fairest maiden, a nymph to be sure,

Was sacrificed to Hell on Albatross wing.

As Satan’s minion fulfills their lore,

Discordant the coven dances and sings.

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Then the unlikeliest of heroes appeared,

A mendicant cloaked in camels hair robe.

Wielding a sword Templar cross in it was seared,

Though the Templars had vanished long ago I was told.

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Under Mother Ursa Minor, Polaris brightly shining,

The fleet-footed beggar struck a single fatal blow.

Striking the beast’s skull tangerine sparks blinding,

Sending him to Hell whence he came down below.

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Lowering his hood the beggar glowed unearthly white,

This man was not a man as we assumed.

Pointing his sword up to Heaven and the night,

He disappeared banishing the coven to the gloom.

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The beggar–an angel sent from Almighty I suppose,

Will the wonders from above never cease.

Sent to save us all from God’s worst demonic foes,

Guiding us into eternal peace.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Writing Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #5

Forest Walk

Forest walk–crisp night,

Moon reflecting off snow white.

Pure as God’s Angels

Welcoming the virgin birth

Into this diluted world.

So short a time is the beauty unspoiled;

Where footsteps have not yet soiled.

Until man imparts his bloody mark

Corrupting nature’s pristine gift.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Specks Of Dust

Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers

Float in and out of lemon colored rays.

Where did they come from and where are they going?

What were they before they were this,

The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,

Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert

Or from the gardens in my backyard.

They seem eager to get where they are going,

Stopping for nothing or no one,

Determined in their own mindless way,

Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.

Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?

Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,

Then just as quickly they are gone,

Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,

Watching us as we go about our lives.

Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,

But something more, something alive or animated.

Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,

One which we could only hope to aspire too,

Perfection in miniature,

Just maybe.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~