Angel of Mercy


In the garden of secret raptures
Under moons of swooning delight
You will drink the wine of the angels
And there will be no more night.
In the green fields of singing children
Under showers of golden rain
You will meet your Angel of Mercy
And there will be no more pain.


Lasha Darkmoon

Dr Lasha Darkmoon (b.1978) is an Anglo-American ex-academic with higher degrees in Classics whose political articles and poems have been translated into several languages. Most of her political essays can be found at The Occidental Observer and The TruthSeeker. Her own website,, is now within the top 1 percent of websites in the world according to the Alexa ranking system.

11 thoughts to “Angel of Mercy”

  1. worth pondering, imo: if a spirit were born and remained in the state of simon-pure innocence and bliss, what good would that be, how could it perceive its good fortune, how would it recognize the bliss as something worth keeping and fighting for?

    it seems to me that the true saint is the one that REGAINED his (presumably) lost innocence.

    this is (presumably) what jesus meant by “be ye wise as serpents and innocent as doves”.
    wisdom comes from having beatrice as muse and virgil as the guide through the realms of the eternity, after the dunking in the cesspool of biological existence.

    of course, so many get it the wrong way around, vicious as serpents and stupid as doves … well, lots of time on our hands to learn through mistakes.

    1. An exquisite poem, short and sweet. It scans beautifully too.

      They used to write like this in the old days when prosody was understood and regarded as important. (Before the advent of free verse, which turned everyone into a “poet” who was capable of writing in prose).

      Without prosody, i.e. rhyme and metre, there can be no musicality.

      All the best poetry is inseparable from music; it is music with words. This is what this poem essentially is: it is mood music with words, painting a picture of secret gardens of rapture and singing children under golden rain, and it does this musically. In short, the poem is a lyric and could easily be made into a song.

      1. the job of a warrior is to look for the soldier’s death, the best there is and the most universally useful.
        so, keep the smile on and lend lasha your strength.

        you know the st. crispen’s day speech on the eve of the agincourt … good stuff, no?

    1. I also welcome your input LOBRO, always a fascinating insight.

      There was a young man from judea*, who saved the world through prayer,
      * or was it Samaria

      No , prose is beyond me.

  2. My mother has been quickly declining in a nursing home for a few months and I knew the end was near, which would be the best thing for her in her condition. I printed out your poem and took it with me when I went to visit her this morning. She was unconscious but I read it to her a couple times anyway. She passed away a few hours later this afternoon.
    Powerful and comforting words.
    Thank you, Lasha.

  3. Speaking of Mercy.

    Addiction is a symptom of PTSD. Look it up.


    You have uncovered a lot of cons in the Drug War. The biggest con is — drugs cause addiction. (Maybe. In some cases. Probably a small subset of the “problem”.)

  4. Hi Lasha,

    here the italian translation:

    Nel giardino delle segrete estasi
    Sotto lune di delirante gioia
    Berrai il vino degli angeli
    E non ci sarà più la notte

    Nei verdi prati dei bambini che cantano
    Sotto scrosci di pioggia dorata
    Incontrerai il tuo Angelo della Pietà
    E mai più dolore ci sarà.

    Gian Franco

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