I wonder.

I'm beginning to realize, how misguided and lost these mortals really are. It's honestly quite sad and it makes me want to weep. I get fed up with them but then when I sit down and think, I can't help but feel bad. Sometimes, I feel really old and then I realize, how much older I am compared to these mortals. They're so young... so easily swayed and corrupted. It's truly sad. No matter how much we beg and we plead, no matter how much we bleed and try for them, it's sometimes just not good enough. They've truly lost their faith and have lost the path to light. The path to good. The path to Him, our Father.

I can only imagine how He feels. He must sit up in Home, watching over these mortals. I bet He can only shake His mighty head and want to weep at how truly misguided His children are. I can almost feel His sorrow and disappointment. I feel it too, Father. I really do. So, while You're weeping, I'll be weeping along with You.

What is wrong with humanity? I can only begin to wonder if we can truly save them. I feel the End drawing near and I want to curse at how we're running out of time. There's too many to save, too many eyes to open. Damn it, I just don't know what to do sometimes. I know that there are some that I cannot save and it makes me want to cry. It makes me want to scream, to throw, to bleed, to beg, and utterly sob and shout, 'why? Why can't I save them?'

And then I realize, Morningstar must be so smug. I know he's so bitter and full of hate, but I can't help but pity him. It was always my weakness to believe and see the best in someone. I'm far too caring and compassionate. How could I feel pity and other feelings towards this much older once brother? I know it's dangerous, but I cannot help but feel like this.

I'll cling to Father though and say prayers for these mortals. I'll try my damned hardest to save as many as I can. I'll comfort as many children as I can. I'll cradle as many babies as I can and sing to them. I'll try my hardest to lead this world back to light.

Mystical Night

The moon beams,
The starts twinkle.
The sun has fled,
Lighting the other side.

The day is gone,
The night is young.
Most mortals sleep,
Yet I am awake.

I love the night,
But fear what lurks.
I stare up at the moon,
I feel comforted.

I feel the courage,
I leave the safety of home.
I flee to the clearing,
Move my body to the lunar song.

I open my mouth,
Joining in the song.
I dance and sing,
Feeling truly at peace.

I close my eyes,
I fear nothing.
I feel the strength,
Coursing through my veins.

I hear voices join mine,
I can only smile.
My brothers and sisters,
They feel it too.

The night is mystical,
I bask in its glory.
I shall treasure the moment,
I will never forget.

Trapped as a mortal.

Alone I wander,
Lost in this world.
I feel so out of place,
I don't know what to do.

I'm trapped in this body,
Longing to go Home.
I want to be free,
Want to soar with my wings.

I'm tired of this world,
I feel so old.
I know I must stay,
For I have a job.

These mortals are so tiring,
But then they are so young.
They're so innocent,
So easily swayed and corrupted.

We must guide them,
Lead them to the light.
They have forgotten their meaning,
And lost their faith.

The End

Alas, I fear,
The End is near.
I can feel it creeping up,
And most are oblivious.

The mortal in me fears it,
Fears the End.
But yet I find,
That the angel in me somewhat longs for it.

Yet, there's so many to save,
So many eyes to open.
There's so many hearts to warm,
Too many children to cradle.

Most have lost faith,
And I can almost feel Father's disappointment.
Despite it all,
I know He loves them.

He loves them so,
Like He loves us.
All we can do,
Is try to guide them.

Try to lead them back to light.