The Night Angel
Up all night without the thought of sleep,
The night angel prefers the glow of the moon.
His dreams are the only things he fears.
He doesn't have wings,
white as alabaster.
Only the shadows to mask him,
black as the cat that crosses him.
The night angel looks to help,
despite the cost to himself.
up all night
because the darkness is nobody's friend,
and there is always someone who need saving.
Be it a loved one,
broken and unhinged
pushed to the edge with guilt
too much within had built
and needed to be taken to safety from herself.
Or maybe a girl,
the Night Angel barely knows.
Who needs to talk and cry
because no one else is there for her.
A brother,
not of blood,
lost from loss,
needs a ride from a binge
to make sure he is safely put away.
When this Angel takes a loss,
its harder the most.
he feels more could of been done,
blames himself for the failure
and works through the sun.
Vows to not let it happen again,
and thinks to himself in his den.
consumed with his own pain and guilt,
he can never let on where his feeling tilt.
with ink and paper,
in the most subtle of ways,
puts down the words that don't pay,
in rhyme that gives reason to read.
releases the weight,
if momentarily,
in till the next life needs a hand.