Clockwork Angels Narrative

Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air
Hourglass is turned
They shift in measured stride
Blinking slumber from their workings
Their bodies stuffed with gears
That would fill their bodies with life
And now they dance

Up one comes with wings out stretched
The light alights on brassy wings
Glittering in the murkiness
whirling  slow to steady pace
Slanting down they glide
flapping softly with a clink
Brassy murmur

Quickly one ascends
flaunting its gleaming wings
against the night
darting here and there they play
flittering, quiver, flutter shimmer
in delicate dance

The last sand falls
sluggishly they slow
the flapping wings
sedated their heads hang low
Their dance has ceased
Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air

Clockwork Angels

Clockwork angels
Heads of glass
Wings of brass
Hang flightless in the air
Hourglass is turned
They shift in measured stride
Blinking slumber from their workings
Their bodies stuffed with gears
That wound fill their bodies with life
And now they dance

Fell

The angel fell

It's wings alight with flame

Plummets earthward

Hear it's cry

In the storm of the night

Howling roaring screeching

Cries 

In the scarlet sea

Afloat in misery

The Fall

The fall
On the ledge of heavens light
We did fall
A great height
Darkness save us from the light
Our sins too tall to count
From maze of life’s angels
Deliver us
Souls unkempt
From the lions mane