A Winters Fallen Angel
Her beautiful eyes closed forever
The angel sleeps no harm to weather
Frozen in time under glass
Her cold tears trapped in the past
The demon that brought her guards the door
Of the angels keep in the streets of the poor
Her blonde hair and wings are raised and flared
The expression on her face is calm not scared
The demon murderd her quick and painless
In his depression mad and aimless
She would have remained alive
All she had to say was hi
He adored here every movement
She ignored and made her judgement
He tried to speak and joke around
She rolled her eyes and shut him down
He grew angry and mad one night
He froze her body in a block of ice
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