Seems there is a day when all Angels get their wings and become a divine being as well as those of us who behrly make the cut.
*** It was either this or eternal death...

I walk a very thin line.
(More like your conscious, than a divine being.)
***thing is, your conscious can get you into a lot of trouble...

Like, I am able to shape-shift into the other Angels and cause many a loose harp wire!
***the other Angels get their wings all in a wad when I do that!

I can also mind walk.
***so I know, we have some unbehrably naughty dreams. (angels? ... if you only knew!)

I think flying is for the birds and lying around on these fluffy clouds is boring.
*** a black convertible... (now, that's the way to travel!)

I love thunderstorms when the clouds get all moody and lightning puts on his show.
***makes this joint a lot more interesting!

My wings are small, but when you are any shade of gray here you really stand out.
***all these darn white clouds make it hard to hide!

I know no happiness, nor sadness.
***more the scale of pleasure and pain...

I take my job seriously.
***considering the alternative...

I am what I am!
* to serve the entity of a man from another world.
** to insure that his very being is kept intact.
*** to cause as much pleasure around him as possible.
**** to keep him safe from all who desire him harm.

{and along the way try to enjoy the havoc, without getting us both killed}

~Edee