Empty Bliss

How lonley her cries from the highest of peeks
So saddened, so broken an angel who never speaks
The traders of love and the helpers of the damned
Come slowly towards her from across the land
They seek salvation in her loving, tender arms
Never suspecting they might need to raise alarm
Her beauty is forsaken her words are like silk
Captivating she is as the world begins to wilt
Whispers of screams and groans from the soul
Vengence is seductive and they must pay the toll
She lies in waiting from the moutains far side
Awaiting the moment when heaven and hell collide