• Her Ordeal:

    An angel fell today
    Quiet and serene
    Broken wings bloodied
    Not entirely the perfect scene
    Skin a creamy white
    Hair a muddied flax
    Startling green eyes
    Screams echo
    'God, take me back!'
    And as she cries her tears of blood and sorrow
    Rain clouds blanket the skies
    Blocking out the sun of the 'morrow.

    His Response:
    Of Death and Hollow
    Hail's person Callow,

    A wilting Willow,
    Your feathered Pillow,

    A soft spoken breeze,
    To pry those dreams.

    And then that morn,
    When Life doth Scorn,

    Who is left
    But my angel?