The Guardian

I walk across the waters
And there I see her stand
Yet who says she is real
Or more than I demand?

I ask her name
She stares
But her voice silently murmurs
"It's Claire"

For once she finally dropped her glace
Claire then changed her form
These wings pounced from her back
Her tattered dress now torn

"I am your angel don't you know
A guardian from beyond the grave
Now I go, but promise me
For me you must not crave."

Claire then disappears
And I wonder what she meant
Left alone in the waters
I then begin to repent

"Please, please don't leave me!
I'm on my own in water
Will you come back for me
Or leave me here to self slaughter?"