Righteous -written by clancy

[callmeclancyy]

their feathered wings float above the ground
with haste, they collect innocent souls to carry past the clouds
heaven awaits, gates open as them slow to a stop
do they ever bore of eternal discomfort?
do they ever dream of becoming more?
to him, they are nothing
to him, they are just messengers of the sky
their work unnoticed
they are terrified for their immortality

to me, they are special
to me, they are loved
they are cared for
slowly, they become more
their power blooming to more intricate places
a place that we cannot see
a smile frames their face, warm and bright
they are the true power of our realm
the righteous bringer of time
so know
next time you see an angel
you must not clip their wings