I remember so clearly,
The day you moved away...

Now that I have your attention,
I wonder if I can make you understand...

Being of light.
Angel from high above...

Like all forms of art,
You may not understand...

The woods were still,
And the snow still fresh...

Cut me
Burn me...

Pray tell,
Little Angel...

To make Embalming Fluid,
Its rather easy to do...

........... .... she loves me......
....she loves me not...

Dreaded memories!
Cursed ghosts of thought...

Heaven sent angels to earth to grace us humans,
Eternal beauty to gaze upon...

My grin grows wider
As the fires burn hotter...