Despair

Fallen angel in gloomy deeps,
Curled on a rock,
Rocking while she weeps.
Her hair greasy and shorn,
Desolate eyes shut in despair.
Clothes ragged and torn.
But the soul far beyond repair.
A fallen angel with no wings.
Shall not come back this day
To sing.
But shall come back for to avenge
The fallen like her.
Always seeking, searching.
A never ending fire burns inside,
Not to quiet till all is set right.
Till some one unlocks the past,
To open a way for the future.