Blessed Spirit Guide

                                                   

Anger was a motive when I wrote my poem.

Words sharp as shards of glass

 Descriptive parables joined structure of art.

At present ignorant to the blessing I would soon discover.

Three wishes gin granted

Be careful for what you wish, as it may come true!

Are you ready for this gift

Some sell their soul to demons

Be careful what your voice sings forth

In company of pleasure, bright door open

Thoughts swarmed my soul.

Wishes were flung into the universe.

Are you prepared for the arrival

Law of other dimensions not allowing good to stand alone.

Can you sense guardian angels riding along side

Suffer my child, be brave

Hardly a golden gate will appear

Torture and fright mark the night

I scream in my delight

Focusing clearer, sentinels confused me with tears.

When the brilliant light absorbs my pupils, I will not be blind.

I gaze through eyes of eagle, wise as ancient one