Sister Nightfall

Floating on the wings of a dream,
Like a dreary reality,
It's not what it may seem.
An angel can't be broken
When dropped from the heavens.
Though she can't speak
While choked by the words
From her preaching saviour.

And as she weeps,
The clouds gently darken
And the thunder rolls
Like her crystal tears,
Falling angelically on her lap.
Like water from a glass,
Her heart falls into her hands.
She holds it high,
Glistening like rubies
That fall like drops of water
Into a still, idyllic ocean.

The angel is a gem,
A precious,
And rare gem.
Alone for centuries
And crying for
The Touch.
She longs for hope,
And love.
She wishes for all a life brings.
But you see,
An angel can't fly
With broken wings.