Angels in the dark abyss.

I rise in the darkness
of a mottled night,
Alone, aware, filled
with ancient fright.
As the angels dance
And chatter
In a unknown trance,
Wings drawn close,
Unseen by most,
They stand unheard
By all,
but the morning bird,
that understands their
every word.

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