Angel’s fall

© 2020 KRITIKA THAKUR

the dark is not for the innocent

dreams have no place here

bloodhounds follow the angels’ scent

sniffing for a hint of fear

in a world where roses are blood red

and ghosts neither alive nor dead

enter, and you’ll find you didn’t mind the sun’s heat

and even oblivion will begin to look sweet

the garden of hope will stay forever green

and you will always have the dreams you have seen

but there are two sides to every coin

and it is easy to ignore their sweet voice

but angels were not meant to fall

nor devils meant to fly

and we, we were not meant to ask why