27 and 53

27 and 53,
“Go away.” Says he.
Michael creeps, he’s slowly nearing,
Not a sound, without him hearing,
That there is, a man with wings
Who unfairly, suffers many things.

27 and 53,
“What do you want?” Says he.Down in the dark, and dirty hall,There he lies, against the wall.He’s given up, on requesting a call.
He used to once, stand proud and tall.

27 and 53,
“Food of the gods.” Says he.Skellig seems, to never wake,
So much time, It will take.
When on earth, will the silence break?
There’s one small chance, of escape.