AcidFox

Upon the sun's awakening,  a golden red-hue light,     stood an angel off in distance,  at some tremendous height. Dancing with a grace untold,  a haunting pose seen far away,    though so fixated was I,  to watch the coming of the day. Stepping upon a stair of clouds,  arms spread as wings in flight,    a display for me to only see,  to break away darkened sight. Illuminated by entrancing movement,  a ritual now to be known,    though selfishly I bide to watch,  not wanting it to others shown. For the scent floated lightly,  a wafting pleasant grey,    and though I knew my time was short,  every instance I