Lying amidst a world, the world of white,
Awaits a girl, abandoned in the dark,
Awaits a girl, for the one with the sight, 
To truly see beyond her crimson mark.

An angel, she carries no quarrels or bark.
Would you fall too? Would you resolve to pray?
For the girl of two worlds, both light and dark?
Only, at last, when her soul fades away.

Remember the day, when she lost her wings?
When they dissipated to Winter’s wind.
Trapped on this earth with no halo or ring,
“She damned herself because she truly sinned.”

Years go by, her world colored red,
The mark becoming ashen white instead.