Angel Apocalypse

you're my angel apocalypse,
feathers fall like snow around us,
blanketing us in the sheets of love
caressing us in their embrace.

But now its too late,
the sun has set on this couple's sweet solace,
and casts a red glow upon their lives.
(broken hearts left to mend in the cold winter's air)

wings of feathers, silken gossamer
glitters in the air
and my angels take flight
of me once again.