Broken

A snow white angel with a broken heart
Her paws, like shovels digging with each bound,
She travels, her feet carrying her.
Her heart now burning cold, malignant
Her soft white pelt, now pitch black
Once an angle of the light
Is now a dark angel of the night, immutable to her old life.
The midnight angel sings her sorrowful song
Full of her bitter hatred.
Feel her sorrow in the atmosphere compel you.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback