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They gathered round and kissed my brow wiped clean the sweat of my sore face Zili, Bromfin, and Yygra, angels three fluttering prettily grooming, singing: "dear sweet man, oh dear sweet man..." my wild eyes roll round and my wild tongue speaks, "is this what it is to be dead?" and Zili spake then "dear sweet man, oh dear sweet me... what has become of your shiny smile...?" my drying lips part painfully, twist smiling like a curvy knife, "my smile, oh lovely seraph, fits a face no longer mine..." my back arched suddenly sending angels flying only to immediately tender their ministrations Bromfin spake then, "dear sweet man, oh dear sweet man, where is the blue of thine shiny eyes?" a roll of morbid orbs to fix with a stare, I said, "cracked like the mud of a river run dry, and the red of the blood collects slowly inside" my fingers clenched at the pain I subdue and all at once the angels went pensive, Yygrassa spake then "oh dying man, why don't you ask for mercy? oh pitiful suffering creature we could give you solace, dear sweet man, there's no need for pain any longer..." the shards of glass within my throat slid softly slicing as I bled a laugh and steadying saying "you lovely ones... who are you to speak of suffering? who are you to contemplate solace? One thing kills my heart, and one thing only" The angels trembled one by one, and Zili asked, "And what, man with darkened eyes, what can heal you? what can mend that heart that dies? what can rekindle those lightless eyes...? what can give you what we cannot?" my smile, feeling less like a gash, formed little words and layed quiet anyone wise enough to listen- speaking fevered words, "your fourth member- wayward angel, lady of blue skies, mender of my heart she holds the only light for me" © 2002, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |