| Crimson Angel ~ soft quiet wings…. flight of an angel …..doomed …evils condemned her….. she’s smiling unaware… angel spirals down a wooden passage thrown violently into mirror angel with a broken wing watches dreams reflected she drowns in screams arrested angels tears from heart weeping blood to evils deeds needs of sickness, eyes of greed feeding on her broken wings evil takes as he desires breaking down the angel fair crimson streaking golden hair … evil appears doorway blocked angel trapped in brilliant hues showers of beautiful crystal shards caressing crisp cool sounds tinkling surreal all around breaking down the angel evils only care instilling fear marking her clearly lost shards fly, angels cry arrested again…will tested laid in bed of broken treasures an angels skin weeps crimson red her mind begins to bend evil hands strong and willful leaving angel nearly still down in it, don’t drown in it… hold onto it, let go of it… I am the angel in crimson red. ~ Rain © cls 2003 |