Fallen Angel

Wrapped in sheets of snow veils
Hidden upon blankets and layers
In her game, there are no players
It has ended with far too many tales

Do not touch her, that's the last thing she wants
Memories of the shed reside and still haunts
The angel she had strived to be
Forgotten and fallen, mostly in the sea
She's still alive, despite the odds
Even though corruption attacks her and prods
Call her name if you wish
It goes right past her
A broken bowl, the ceramic dish
That no one dares touch nor stir

Tainted and ruined, purity decreased
Shimmering bright, fighting back tears
Wavering light, passing over years
Hurt and defeated, love deceased