and thus the angel weeps

the angel weeps
her stone face
frozen
in perpetual sorrow
as
the gnarled branches
of the tree
dance
across
granite skin

for
in her tears
shed in anguish
for the folly
of mankind
none shall see
the doom
that lies
resting gently
upon her tongue

beware
the gaze
of the angel
for in her eyes
whisper soft
the secrets
lost to mortals
her loving lips
contain
the end of days

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