Velvet angel perched on a tree
Singing hyms of love and harmony,
Kaleidoscopic eyes creating wonders
Leaving the witchess in agony of the mystery.

The little sparrow chirps in symphony
As the wondrous voice gives blessings
To the wounds that torment the cripple
And bestows it with wings.

The cripple burns and reburns in the pixilated flames
Not realizing that the doomed fury lies in it's top shelf
The rainbow colored angel then wears on a stunning smile in blue
The soul-less chokes and begs for help.

Sweet curvature,like it wants to own the heart
And purify it with the ashes of the magical dove,
Embraces the vehemence beautifully
And leaves it with the purity of it's love.