Original Poem
By: Rebecca Nowack

Written: 5/20/03


Two heavenly beings
fight for our future.
One, a heavenly angel
with wings as white as
freshly fallen snow,
unmarred by any darkness,
Who strives to bring
a heavenly harmony
to bless those that live below.
The other one fallen,
with wings of a bat
as black as night,
ushering in
a time of death,
of destruction,
of human nature.
One wishes to
save us from ourselves,
the other to erase our mark
on this planet.
Neither will win,
neither will lose,
until the measures of our souls
make the final truth.


Rebecca Nowack
AIM: chaya311
"Logic is for those who cannot create their own realities."

Wendy: I had no idea all this was going on.
Dave: I did!
Wendy: (with heavy sarcasm) I'm sure you did. Resident genius and
psychologist that you are.
(My favorite lines from I play I did.)