When Angels Come Out at Night by Sarah Bargfrede

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Lord of the Flies strongly emphasizes the theme idea that all of mankind is inherently savage and that the fine line between good and evil is a permeable one. I decided to write a poem portraying a similar theme with the ideas of good vs. evil and how our roles in life and along that spectrum are never set in stone. So without further ado: 

 When an angel spreads its wings it makes a promise
To be faithful, to be truthful, to be kind
The halo upon its holy head 
marks patience, virtue- heavenly wed
no wrongdoing ever to be uttered

 The demon, horned, with pitchfork knows his role
To be hateful, to be evil, to be cruel
He sits atop his throne of glass 
Sharp edges cut to painful pasts
A sinful smile curled upon his lips

 The line’s been drawn we say its made of stone
An impenetrable fortress to divide us
Each soul with an important part
Together: a fine work of art
To maintain the war between the good and bad

 When the sun rises an angel shares its gifts
Granting happiness to those who need it most
It soars with help of saintly wings
And brings us all the longed-for things
Its gifts of hope rain down from the sky

 With setting sun comes demon’s nightly reign
bringing suffering to those who know it well
he stokes the flames of anger and fear
provoking melancholy tears
And surveys his work with cold, unfeeling stare

 The line’s been drawn it’s built by our own hands
Hiding crevices with deceit and lies
Crumbling in hypocrisy 
We maintain fragile democracy
But the wall is thin and human hands are flawed

 And sometimes demons come out in the day
And smile at foreign joys they cannot give
They see wide smiles and bright eyes
Not understanding the strange disguise
But feeling something missing nonetheless

 On those days angels shed their saintly garbs
To feed forbidden vices hidden close 
In the darkest depths of night 
They lose their pious, Godly light
And walk among the sinful grounds of man 

 The line’s been drawn but it is made of glass
as fragile, as delicate as silence 
On haloed head stood demons horns
In devils smile, an angel soared
And in the glass, the cracks are ever-growing
Good vs Evil | Marylee's Dream

Comments

  1. DanielleMay 1, 2020 at 11:37 AM

    Excellent - you should submit this to beginnings! Also, way to jump on the May blog post!

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  2. AnonymousMay 6, 2020 at 5:38 AM

    Okay Sarah, I see you. Your poem was AMAZING and I love the unique rhyme scheme you used here. The message is very strong and I can see how it reflected ideas present in Lord of the Flies. Really great job! This blew me away.

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