The white downy hair of an Angel
Flows freely with that of the wind,
Enchanted like a melody
Of great beauty found from within,
Hiding a dark face in shadows
That embraces the pain of the world,
As the broken smile emulates
How she'd fallen from Grace.
Now perched atop of the mountain
Guarded by once mighty wings,
Feeling herself like a prisoner
Wanting nothing more than to be set free.
Acing heart, now dying inside her, won't but let her flee...
