Angel

As you see her figure
Atop of broken wings
the feathers gliding
as they falll.

Her dark eyes will acess you
You will feel a shiver down your spine
She's not evil, no
She's an angel

Her story is one lost
Amung the pages
of an old book
of dry and aged pages.

The wings upon her back
They are not black, no
they are deep,
The deepest of red's
That span as wide as her heart

Do not overlook the strange beauty
She is worth the time
She is an angel of darkness,
An angel of Beauty