-Angels of the Hours-
Your angels of the hours
cluster around you, a
silent cacophony of wings.
Lighting, one by one
on your shoulder, to
sip at your sweat, or
drink of your breath.
You never see them
or hear their whispers.
Their names, an arcane script
drawn by translucent fingers
make no lasting impression.
cluster around you, a
silent cacophony of wings.
Lighting, one by one
on your shoulder, to
sip at your sweat, or
drink of your breath.
You never see them
or hear their whispers.
Their names, an arcane script
drawn by translucent fingers
make no lasting impression.
