Black Stone Angus

Enchantress of the forest,
Hidden within trees,
Help this little one,
Learn how to please.

Let her unfold her dark wings,
And shake off the coal,
Nesting inside of her feathers,
Her spirit remains cold.

Branch through my fantasy,
Watching her glistening eyes,
Thrust the spear deep into her side,
Crushing down, tearing her pride.

Pebbles of infection,
Fall from the sky,
Angus haunted for obsession,
After all of her lies.

So little angel,
Who fell from the sky,
Your just a little broken womb,
Who not even I can deny.

Ian Robert Potapoff

I used the first section of this from another people I've previously written (Defiance). Enjoy.