The Archives of an Archangel.

 The history of the heavens is one that will remain eternally unknown.

An ancient artifact necessary for decoding timeless mysteries, much like the Rosetta Stone.

Although man may never unfold the timeline of the celestial zone,

Before Humanity's birth, I have had the story told of one of Heaven's very own.

He is no fallen angel, although he resides in an earthly home.

He is the son of a Romanian goddess & Italian god seated on their joint terrestrial throne.

The spawn of a dynasty built from stories untold,

Yet caught in this murder written so long ago.

As Eden's inhabitants fell, so Egypt's glory did fade.

The pyramids act as mirrors reflecting the eminent crumble of our day.

As we see through Alice's looking glass while turning through the pages,

We stumble upon the sky and find the man on Mars in his heavenly daze,

Writing a new part of the plan which we have named "History" today.

Scaling the universe he has grown to adore and appreciate.

He has warred with the inhabitants of Hell and has fought with Fate.

A son of gods flying as arrows set aflame by the sun's rays.

Between Michael's strength and Gabriel's intellect

Stands the most amazing creature in which the sun will both rise and set.

Out of is mouth flows ancient knowledge and treasures untold.

Yes, and with his Midas touch he filled every pot at the end of each rainbow.

The history: The archives of another trumpet playing God's call.

For these are The Archives of an Archangel.

 The history of the heavens is one that will remain eternally unknown.

My own ancient artifact, Erik Cristian D'Angelo.