She cried out her tears,

As her one love

Flew away on wings

Of sorrow

And the beauty

Of death.



As Death

Came to take her, Tears

Fell from her face as Beauty

Raved with lost Love,

Sorrow,

And angel Wings



As those Wings

Fluttered off, Death

Stood in Sorrow

As dead Tears

From his one Love

Had seized in Beauty



The Beauty

Walked with her new Wings

Into the arms of her Love.

As she realized Death

Was not worth her Tears

Or Sorrow



What Sorrow

Was left? None from the Beauty

Because Tears

And Wings

Overcame Death

And lived for Love



Love,

Not Sorrow

Spoke to Death.

And showed him Beauty

And gave him Wings

That would clear his Tears.



From then on, only Love,

Will make them fly passed sorrow,

on angel wings.