The angel who wanted love.

One lonely day of June,
A strange thing happened to me,
It happened to be a full moon,
That lonely day of June.

It was a stormy night,
When the rain stopped, the clouds opened,
To reveal a circle of light,
On that very stormy night.

A dot in the sky,
Revealed a black silhouette,
Up so very high,
That dot in the sky.

A curious thing,
A white body,
With a wing,
That very curious thing.

As it came down,
A back dress it wore,
Or was it a gown?
As this thing came down.

It had sleek black hair,
Heavy black eye shadow,
No shoes this thing did were,
It’s sleek black hair.

A note dangled from its wrist,
It had a knife stuck in its arm,
It stood in the mist,
The mysterious note on its wrist.

It’s cross necklace it did kiss,
A prayer it did say,
Before all became amiss,
That necklace it did kiss.

It lay cold in the empty street,
On the boulevard of broken dreams,
Where the city meet,
On that empty street.

The note did read,
Of a place of peace,
Were there is no greed,
About this place it did read.

The angel who wanted love