Ahem, A poem for my dearly departed grandfather.....
Live in virtue, know desire,
And in the grave of Angels' choir.
You look to Heaven and wonder why,
No one can see them in the sky.
Angels live, they never die,
Apart from us, beyond the sky.
Faded souls who've turned to ice,
So ashen white in pardise.
Just as the clouds have gone to sleep,
Angels can be seen in Heaven's keep.
Alone they fear the question why,
God damned another Angel when I died.
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