angels’ hearts spring from fire
wings steel-forged
eyes composed of starless night
hands and feet and faces carved in marble
cold, fragile voices, quick to shatter
sharp like glass
they rise
though you cannot see them
they do not fly
yet the earth recedes
repelled under their feet
you feel the weight
of being left
beneath
Words and Feathers 
Those are some cold angels! Beautiful words. 😇
Thank. I always imagine them as terrifying and wonderful at the same time.