“ The Missing 7th ”

“ The Missing 7^th ”

 by:

Virgilio F. De leon Jr.

I

The Angel of Tragedy flew

And landed on the city where I lived

And wells of life giving water swelled

Only this time it choked the souls of the living

And took them forcefully to the abyss

II 

The Angel of Death flew

And landed on the grave of him who was king

And hands broke forth from the ground seeking the sun

Only this time they were less mortal

With a look of crazed frenzy in their eyes

III

The Angel of Violence flew

Into the chaos of a mob and silenced the force of the blows

So that each hurt went unheard

And each stab was unminded

Until everyone was less than mortal

And fell to the ground

IV

The Angel of Lust flew

And landed on the hearts  of everyone

So that they gave in to the passions they had often hid

And in doing saw that goodness was in there hearts

That they had a lust to do good to other men

And to other women as well

And all took turns

V

The Angel of  Doubt

Had settled and watched the show

But saw that battles were now less fought

That all that men do was meaningless

And that they were crying

They were weeping at the very thought of what they were doing

VI

And so

The Angel of Guilt arose

Which made man take his sword and plunging it to the heart that had led him astray

And as they saw the morning come

Their life draining

Their souls straining

They saw that all was well again

And that the angels were no more.