Fallen Guardians
We constantly aim To selflessly guide To carry the burdens Of others to hide
Our inner most fears And our rebellious stroke Our devious smile Through the fiery smoke
And though we are devils At the same time we’re not We’re bright colored angels Just… …failing a lot
I know I don’t know you But I feel that I do My guardian angel Who has fallen into
The spaces between The lines of my words Those lies often warms The truth often hurts
From mountainous ranges To flowery beds I hope that your hopes Overshadow your dreads
For Sunny - Almost Scott, 2025












