Angels in all their beauty and perfection
Have wings that they never use
Gravity has no effect on them so
Why was it wings they did choose

Perfect yet they still had a choice
And the wings were but a thought
Unused except for visual delight
In a world that they wrought

Angels in all their beauty and might
And something else you might miss
Devils also are perfect in every way
As they give you deaths icy kiss

About Matthew Jones

Writer, Programmer, Astronomer, Dreamer, Wisher, Fighter. Always striving to be better than I was.
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