"When the angels danced on their heads"

The demons were dancing all around,

When the darkness engulfed 

Lost souls could not be found.

When the angels danced on their heads,

they fell in the abysmal stream 

in the linings 

of their own consciousness.

Perceptions changed,

The strings of lyre broke.

as their wings disappeared.

.

The fallen angels waited 

with the baited breath,

for the renewed wings to grow.

.

The silver light shined,

and the angels rose,

to fight the demons 

of darkness, with their light.

.

Conquering the darkness,

they danced on the pin heads.

.

It's absurd, it's weird.

 the dreamcatchers

 were made 

 with the angels feathers, 

 for the sleeping human race.

-payalagarwal

#TSL #NaPoWriMo2021 #Day6