The Fall of Uriel: Part I
Through an abyss of air and time
and through a stagnant layer of souls,
He drew down and down towards the world.
Our world lay hidden under a cloud of universes.
Behind a veil of dirtied cries and wails.
Ahead through the glimmer of stars,
He saw our earth hanging in amongst the black.
Shackles pulled him further on and on until
he pierced the brink of our reality
and his fingers sank into being.
Pale, unused flesh clinging to him burned,
and under the scorch of the sun his eyes winced.
Once sharp sighted and quick his view became clouded,
the world around him was shrouded in an orange mist.
Falling and rolling against the empty sky,
feathers and bones didn’t stop his descent
and the swirling blooms of white disappeared in his grasp.
The tears that fell from his lashes floated upwards
freezing in the cool air,
only to fall far out of sight.
Stories of people hummed between his ears
and his solid arms shook with chill.
Solid, yes solid what had not been before.
Real bones and real veins trembled inside,
tingling sensations flooded his body
and his eyes couldn’t understand his form.
So long had he been like a shadow suspended on water,
so long a thing weighing less than frost,
that while travelling on the course for earth
he breathed a smile.
At last the azure orb appeared through the dim.
His every strain struggled on towards the world,
the world that was waiting.
He reached on and on for more feelings,
not caring if he fell to the hard ground
and broke his new bones. Pain, a gift.
And as finally his translucent body cut through the blue,
and landed among the musty earth,
hoping to look up and find green as the moment of contact came,
all he saw was the looming malevolence of grey monsters.
The Fall of Uriel: Part 2
Gazing from a building that hung
like rocky cliffs over an abandoned parking lot,
a boy sat, waiting for his mother.
12 years old and for 4 hours sitting
he dreamed of something else.
The world was stuck on repeat.
Grey buildings, neon signs, lonely faces
hidden in coffee shops…
Eyes wandered the landscape, and just as he began to turn away, a tumbling figure,
folding over on itself through the air, approached the concrete ground.
A crash like comets meeting on their course sounded.
The windows of the 6 story building the boy was in shattered,
and like a distant yet loud hum of an engine,
something broke the waves in his reality,
windows everywhere smashed,
the concrete cracked
and through the dust a shape like a giant white eagle lay.
Vast white wings curled like great feathery arms over pale,
almost translucent flesh.
The body still, the hum silenced and the dust fell.
The boy ran down, falling over his feet,
catching glimpses of this fallen being in the windows lining the stairwell.
In the distance a church bell struck for midday and the sky grew dark.
The boy’s footsteps were soft and quiet over the floor,
minding carefully to not step on the broken glass lining the parking lot.
A crack. The white figure only a few metres ahead shuddered.
Its wings twitched like an injured birds.
The feathers were bent and some lay around,
having been ripped off in his descent.
Crouching, the boy looked under the great wings.
Hidden like a statue wrapped in protective materials,
the face of the thing, lay cold on the ground.
A bruise blooming with a centre of blood emerging on its forehead.
Its copper hair gleamed as though the sun of a summer’s day shone upon it.
Its skin so pale it seemed ice blue, like the fake corpses on TV shows.
The boy’s hand reached out to touch the things fingers.
In a rush of gigantic motion and the immense quivering of wings,
sending off stray feathers like flakes of snow, it stood.
Towering over the 5ft boy, and reaching out for 5 metres either way with its wings,
eyes violet with a cold, clean light – an Angel had fallen.