Angel

Soft steps fall the living angel

Sailing to her cloud.

No lives can touch a youthful look

No curse uttered aloud.

So silently she walks across the barrier

So calmly her sails apply.

The innocence of an angel fair

Should young not have to die.

The glowing hand cannot know

As she slowly turns to in

That waiting for her are not her wings

But a harsh darkening.

Green can cause as much pain as black

Causing red to hit the ground.

Grey clings to those who knew her best

As her gold glows all around.

Noise can escape us; smells fade away

But light will always remain

As even in the darkest hours

The angel will feel no pain.

Though sad and limp she may lie

An angel she remains within.

For now gone she’s found her wings

And to heaven she is flying.