There
She
Sits
With all
her
grace and beauty.
Wings of downy
Feathers that tussle
softly in the almost still breeze.
So delicate,
though they can carry
her
away, at the slightest movement.
Hair woven together
of silk colors.
Ask black,
pure gold,
light red.
All lightly put together
as to not detract from
her
elegance
A body that fulls any and
all mortals with desire
Eyes every shade of color
Constantly shifting,
Eyes so intense they have
no permanent tone.
Yet there
She
sits.
Alone.
In Isolation.
Separated
Forsaken.
Forlorn
Forgotten
Trapped in the land of exasperation.
There
She sits. An angel.
Dear,
Darling
Jewel
Gem.
She
is a treasure.
An angel long ago
lost
