Ghost Angel Vision

When he was only a piece of wood.
His creator he thought understood.
But his creator's magic had strings.
The angel a deeper understanding.

She wasn't always an angel on high.
Who fluttered her wings in the sky.
She wasn't just a storybook fated.
Her image she even had predated.

How she came to be was different.
Knew those who were indifferent.
Wish master had grant those wings.
She used to make a mess of things.

She liked to do makeovers it seems.
She first visited through the dreams.
Visions were saved for a later date.
For those she help save ere too late.

Crickets she heard in the dark night.
Birds she could see in the early light.
But once she was someone's puppet.
An angel who use to blow a trumpet.

No, she wasn't carved out of wood.
It seemed few people understood.
She would dance and love to twirl.
Before the angel she was a real girl.