A renegade Angel wearing big silvershoes
Danced in the dark shadows of a magnetic moon,
Like a silver knight made of shattered glass
With purple sparkles that gave off a super boom.
A true lady of pearl that's dressed in ray blue
With inked words riding wings of steel,
While here tilly toe tottes wiggle utterly alive
Just like little silver pens writing on fern hills.
Where liquid dreams from a hollow dreamer
Or a dust of air in a toxic wonderland,
She's that pale Queen of that silent night
And a Golden Angel Rhaposdist with pure hands.
She's a trampled Angel with wings of flames
A broken Angel frozen in feathered ice,
A tiny voice of shadowed days long gone
Who turned her wicked ways white as rice.
She's that dark cloud behind every poet's shoulder
Dixie dark secrets hidden behind a smile,
Like silver boys riding on the twilight moon
She's the fairy mary poppins of Godly style.
Her vengeful truth are rare unseen exposures
Tucked far away in Heaven's sweet grand trixie,
Where silhouette fairies with wet fairy kisses
Sprinkle neon dusty silver from a slaughtered pixie.
