An archangel,
A smirk,
A grin that resembles a more
primitive time,
the Earliest historic era.
The remains of old Angels’ lives,
the once hot fire,
now cold and
Forced.
Extreme of his kind,
a winged enemy, antiqued by
Time.
The order of Angels,
a vein of previously dominant evolutionary
Stages,
part of past human lives,
pieces of origins.
The Marked rule?