Angel

A white robed figure, no shoes floats Halo balanced yellow tipped starlike and striped octopus light from behind And face like morning sunshine Flexes wings and feathers fly As hair golden glowing And decends, more powerful Than the most powerful or so he thinks And burns and melts As a whisp of match flame, a fleeting glance of yellow liquid Crashing, Icarus and torch like At the stake And decends into pit holes And is the dark prince And wreaks havoc and pestilence So why begin?