The Angels Of Aberdeen

Posted by admin on February 20, 2016

The Angels of Aberdeen.

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I see them in yards sometimes. Hands over their eyes. In place's of sanctity, looking defiant.

Their dark nature not hidden from my soul. Some wish to see them as keeping vigil.

My senses tell me something different. I see them as waiting. Something more than a stone semblance. They are for all intent and purposes, a call to something that has no shape or place in this world.

A trust misplaced.

Some covered in the grime of years without notice. Thankfully forgotten, yet none the less waiting.

But waiting for what.