The Angels of Mons visited me last night,
four bowmen made of light and crystal and quartz -
oh what a voluptuous panic and wonder seized me.
Standing in between the four brethren was a figure,
clad in battle-tested armor made from the scales of a dragon -
a flaming ring, a seraphic crown above his head
burned perfervidly against the dark within my dreams.
My voice would not respond to my surprise,
my throat having been silenced -
a single look from the Angels commanding reverence.
In the silence between we celestial and mortal beings,
the seraphic being spoke softly yet earnestly -
a tone of a young heart with the years of a learned soul.
"Be still, find comfort in me,
know that your mind is not deceiving you,
I am here before you. I bring grave news,
a warning against your brethren,
a lesson for your children."
"Only a hundred years ago, your past ancestors
gave war in the most destructive and inhumane of ways -
Young children left without fathers or mothers,
mothers left without their sons,
wives left without their husbands.
Terrible machinery - made by the cruelest hands of man,
sought to maim and destroy their own kind.
And only when the hunger from the
creature of Death was satiated, then
open war was silenced."
"We were called out into the open,
and we have been called again.
You maim, you destroy, you kill -
all in the name of your God;
your savior, your creator. You kill
in the name of your dollar, your land,
your benefactors. You kill with more
vile machinery made by your hands,
you destroy all the beauty which was made
by you and the world. You seek to create
and placate a world of only yourselves as
ruler - to eradicate all others unlike you.
You do such horrible things in the name of goodness,
that your own souls have been tainted by the
creature of Death, reborn and regaining of
its strength with every bomb, every bullet,
every death of every man, woman, and child."
"Quiver, dear one, for only until Death has
become satiated once again, life will seem
bleak and uncontrollable. You will learn
what it is your brethren are made of,
what fresh hellish clay your skin contains,
what impure water your veins flow.
Tremble, man, for the world will grow
dark before it sees the light again."
"Your children will learn of your own
brethren' mistakes, will learn of
injustices in the name of kings,
of gods, of wealth, of power.
Your children will learn from the memories
held deep within your eyes,
what horrors haunt your soul from experiencing
the pain of watching your own brethren die
by brethren's hand."
"Sleep, now, and awake with a passion of life,
with a rekindling of humanity's intolerance of evil,
awake from a slumber of oppression and injustice,
breathe new aires of compassion and love;
only when you awaken, and your brethren awaken
from their deep slumber of death-filled dreams,
will your world reawaken from it's slumber through
the night - to see fresh morning where peace rules
hand in hand with equality and humanity."
The Angels of Mons appeared before me last night,
five celestial and seraphic beings from another place -
a dark night lit up by a warning and a lesson.
