Pale Angel

Pale Angel

She walks with silent feet.
Who is this pale angel?
With coal black wings,
And a blue-golden stare.
Many know her name.
Few know her.
Even fewer know the real her.
Sky??They whisper behind her back.
Her pale fingers trail fire in their wake.
Giving or taking the life depends on her mood.
Mummering begins again as she makes her way
To a new room,
Another life
Life?
Death?
Her dark hair covers her face as she enters
Cool breath stops suddenly.
Anger swells in her beautiful eyes
Yelling and shouting begins outside the door.
With a wave of her hand the door closes,
Closing out the noise and anger.
Her eyes never leaving the pale little girl on the bed.
Screams
Pain
Hate
Nothing
She smiles a faint smile
The light never reaching her eyes
She whispers softly
The girl stirs
You live she mummers
She tugs out one of her beautiful feather
Placing it on the girls bed
She mummers He will leave you alone now
Quietness
Nothing said
She moves threw the halls
Hearing her name being whispered
Sky.evil.witch..mage..vampire...
None
Who is this pale angel, you ask?
Who walks on silent feet.
She is Sky
And the icara.