Angel Of The Night

Wings of crystal on the shelf,
With a trumpet held to her lips,
But no sound has evolved,
In the silence of eclipse,

I marveled at her beauty,
And held her across my frame,
She's cold but beauty still remains,
Is her soul forever maimed?

I felt a tear hot down my cheek,
As a scream split the scene,
My angel of the night,
Shattered through the dark so clean,

Murderer I thought,
You killed her only chance,
Mother wept and father hit,
They began the sorrowed dance,

She's only of glass I thought,
As they put her back to sleep,
Her icy head carved so real,
For then I began to weep,

Blackened days I wondered,
Why everyone hates from glass,
Creaking into the ground,
Beneath the greenest grass.