| Angelic Sorrow. -
10-15-07
Down the stairs and under the brush,
her angelic white gown whispers a hush.
The halo once upon her head,
like her heart is only slightly dead.
The doves who once loved her dear,
run away in dread and fear.
The waters she used to skim across,
now she looks at because all is lost.
The sweet little faces she used to see,
have long since existed to be.
The ground she trod is brittle and cold,
for the lives once upon them too have all been sold.
There are chains upon thier ankle and that rest on thier feet,
make the wounds grow painful and ever so deep.
She can no longer huddle them under her wing,
for long ago she has ceased to sing.
The families she used to hold and lull to sleep,
are now in cages and always weep.
Her heart has broken more times than not,
but her sweet little faces she has not forgot.
They are now dirty and wretched in pain,
and some have long since gone insane.
Each time she sees the streets so bare,
there is a cold place in her body,
Her heart was there.
In dispare she sees the cliffs,
runs to the edge with thoughts of "what if".
The waters of rage boil below,
for the innocense that she used to know.
The faith that used to keep them safe has gone away,
and now in the waters is her eternal grave.
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