The angel in the doorway has no answers
Only the message of firely light
Which pushes away bad explanations
Hoping to replace it with sight
Yet such a task is tryingIn a world where many often cry
As tragedy befalls each their own way
Until even the tears falling are dry
The hero is afterall an angel
One who walks through all the fire pits
Because so very much remains at risk
And nothing so important sits
For more than a moment in the long story
And yet the angel comes to an end in flaming glory
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