Angel on My Shoulder

An angel lives

On my shoulder

A spirit ringing

Loudly in my

Ear

A phantom fogging

In visions, prophecying

My future,

Piercing my soul

With its flaming

Eyes that foresee

My future

Cursing me for my

Sins, prophecying

Of my impending

Fate. 

I try to ignore

The angel's warning,

Yet his voice booms

Of thunder, and strikes

Me with lightening

That burns me in

The Pyre

The angel's wings

Cover my eyes

With scales, from

Deceit, and I try

To break the wings

But the angel forces

A bitter scroll for me

To drink, cursing me

With a barren womb.