• A calm Cold green clearing
    All is at peace
    In the center is merely
    The Marble angel’s kneeling
    At there feet is only
    A small frozen child,
    Her red flaming hair
    Spread out by her side
    Perfect little dewdrops
    Adorning her pale face
    Her cheeks are still
    Round as the moon
    Tearstains are visible
    They fade on her face
    A small white gown
    Gives her the name Grace
    Curled up for warmth
    In the Freezing night
    Bruising reveals
    A harsh brutal life
    The Perfect Angel
    She sleeps still this night.
    A Statue remembers
    This poor angel’s flight.