The Angel’s Solstice

Sh-Ron Almeida

Assistant Arts and Entertainment Editor

Waking up from a deep slumber, I see them

Creatures with wings flying around a black sun

A waste land of nothingness

Silence everywhere I go

A bitter chill runs down my spine

A shadow stood behind me, I turn my head

Nothing was there

Wandering aimlessly with nothing but misery as company

The bell tolls and the demons descend

They grab me, pull at my limbs, threatening to tear me apart

Then, a light beam through the clouds

The monsters melt away

The light becomes brighter and warmer

Life sprouts from out of the dead world

The angels play their trumpets in jubilance

The lost souls return, revived

Everything is as it should be once more

Sorrow has come and gone

Joy has arrived