at the perch sat the incandescent angel
golden in their appearance
gleaming in their happiness
they stretched their arm out to offer the assistance no one else would
I refused their hand
fearful of what such a choice would make
YOU ARE READING
Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
