Razor Wings


As he descended, he switched to using his razor wings,

cutting through the air even faster

another poet was getting discouraged.

And in his hand the angel held

a scroll, an important message

which read: “Stay in the light

and you will write – living words

once again.”


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Angel Talk

What would an angel say, visiting you in the middle of the night,

in the trenches of your devastation?

Would she put her arm around you, drying

your tears? Nah, she would probably say, “Get your boots on hon,

strap on your shield, and grab a hold of that sword

you know so well.”

“And stop staring at the javelins

in your chest.”

“Let’s get your fight on hon,

it’s time now,

for you and I to slay

some dragons.”


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Wounded Angels


Even wounded angels will keep fighting for us, pulling us back

from despair. Sometimes losing a feather

as they part the sky, to return

back home again.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Archangel


As the Dark Knights pushed their way through the white clouds, the Swordsman looked up, and knew it would take more than a Swordsman to defeat them. He instantly raised his sword high as a beacon, calling for the Command Center to send extra help. His sword turned to fire and crackled with electricity, sending the signal heavenward.

As the Dark Knights saw him, they headed down in his direction. He saw each one had a name, an unholy name written on them. He saw, fear, despair, anger, violence, racism and many others.

Suddenly the sky exploded with a cracking sound, and lightning split it open. The singing of many choirs descended, and through the opening there was one single being, dressed in gold and white. He had long hair, and was carrying a sword and a golden shield.

The Swordsman ducked next to some large rocks, realizing the power of this being. The Archangel would make quick work of the Dark Knights. Without a word, the Archangel simply pointed his sword, and there was a crashing bolt of lightning, that split into a hundred different directions. And it was over that quick.

The people of the town saw and heard nothing, for this was a spiritual fight, in another dimension. But many smelled a burning smell they could not explain, and a few saw a strange dust in the air.

And the Swordsman just smiled and sheathed his sword, thinking this was yet another great victory against the forces that hated humanity. And why were the Dark Knights attacking?

The Swordsman had just freed a 14 year old, from an overdose…….of heroin…….


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Swordsman – Dimensions II

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He did take her hand, and when the reappeared they were on a broad plain, with the sun setting. Behind them was an ancient castle, or what appeared to be a castle. All he could see were the outline of its walls and towers.

There had been a battle, a terrible fight. What shocked him the most was to see hundreds of swordsmen, and swordswomen, regrouping, and getting ready for the next wave of battle. He had never seen so many in one place.

Somehow he knew this was an important fight, and that he had been called here, like the others, for reinforcements. The very survival of the kingdom was at stake.

And so the monsters came, of all kinds, in neat and orderly ranks. And then it was on – metal against metal as they fought the stinking beasts. The smell of sulfur was everywhere, and many of the Swordsmen, and Swordswomen had to vomit because of the stench during the battle.

He could not understand why the horrible things were not running away, like they did when he fought them alone. Then he realized the prize, the kingdom, must be worth a great deal.

After slaying dozens of the beasts and watching them to turn to sand when he cut off their heads, the monsters began to retreat, only not for long.

He had a moment to look at the castle, the kingdom they were fighting for……..there was a plaque on it with the name of the kingdom, and suddenly he understood……

The plaque said, “The United States………..”


Writing © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Swordsman – Dimensions

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He was stuck, and he had no idea why. A strong breeze was blowing, as he hung on the outside of the 54th floor of a Manhattan office building, and it was tossing his cape like a flag waving. He had never had a problem before with moving through concrete, stone, glass, or even water, but the more he pushed into this wall of concrete, the more he couldn’t move.

He had been chasing a wolf like creature, in order to free an 83 year old woman, who was motionless in a nursing home, and he started getting angry because the thing was getting away. He had just gone through the glass that covered the building, and the metal frame holding the glass, and now his left arm, and half his body wouldn’t move in the concrete.

He saw motion out of the right side of his eye. Through the layers and angles of glass he saw someone, were they really there? It was more of a reflection really, with the pieces of glass distorting his view. It was another swordsman, and he was doing battle!

No wait – it was a woman fighting, a desperate sword fight with someone he couldn’t see. He felt like he was looking through a house of mirrors. He tried moving towards her so instead of pushing he started pulling. It worked!

He flew towards her and the scene changed suddenly. He was now standing in a dark tunnel with a single light, from an unknown source at one end. There was no one and then she appeared, the swordswoman he had seen.

She appeared angry, and said, “What are you doing here, and what do you want!” “I don’t want anything he said, and he meant it. “I’m here but I don’t know where here is!”

She was silent, but as she stared at him, the earth shook, and he heard a loud rumbling in the earth above their heads. “An earthquake?” “No you idiot, it is the sound of war!” There was more rumbling and the single light began to flicker.

The Swordswoman sighed heavily, and said, “We have no choice – you will have to fight with the rest of us…….so take my hand.”


To be continued.


Writing © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

image from paristech via google

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Portal

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It was through the stone pillars at the monument that the portal was established. As the angels first stepped through, and overlooked the countryside, they wondered if they were too late. It would be easier this way, to travel through time, instead of space. Only one person in the town looked up and disbelieving what he saw, he turned away. The angels tucked their wings away, and got to work, because time was precious.

What were they here to save us from? From sinners? From pollution? It was the toughest assignment any angel could have. They were here to help us rid ourselves……of hate.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”