There was a great flapping of wings,
enough to cause the water to spill over the banks,
or so it was said,
this was the reason to call it Angel Falls.
I saw no angels
sitting on the bank of the river
heard no wings
flapping above my head.
Clearly the water still rushed, over the side
into a small seemingly bottomless pool
for some reason it bade me
and inexplicably I jumped.
There was a great flapping of wings
and I found myself wet and tired
on the bank of the river
beside Angel Falls.
I knew better than to look into the abyss;
how strange,
that temptation and salvation,
exist but a heartbeat apart.
