The world you created

I had a recurring dream
The things I saw made my eyes sore
Heaven was burning
Angels shouting in unified war

I am here for a reason
Fear me not
Marked by a cloud of ash
Starts to rot

Down the condemned
Angels fell
To dwell in the dark
The eternity cell

This is the world you created
His prideful creation in hell
Where no light nor hope finds
That deserves you well

Now I wish I was blind
You bow your head in shame
And you begin to pray
Crying out his name

You pray for help
But your words remain unsaid
You pray to angels
But the angels are dead

I didn’t mean to cause you
So much pain
But it was this world
That made me insane

© 2012 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved

Denna dikt specialskrev jag för serieromanen ‘Ghosts of the concrete world’
av Hanna Beatrice Norgren

Paradise Lost

The only one to count
Is right here inside
The only one to blame
Is the foolish pride

Why plant a desire
Only to deny?
Why allow eyes to see
Only to cry?

Creation of beauty
Could aswell be blind
Life could aswell be dead
A sin it was to have a free mind

This would be heavens fall
The change of his good name
Come and revenge us all
For we will not feel shame

He who once walked above the sun
Fell from his grace
He lost it all
Now the sun burns his face

© 2012 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved