• Woe to the angel
    Who so shrouds herself in black,
    Her sweetly pervading innocence
    Lost among those who lack.

    Silently, she grieves
    As has become her custom
    Unnoticed by kindly eyes
    This leads to her destruction.

    So sweet tis this angel being
    Who’s’ cloaked herself in shadow
    All but oblivious to painful fiends
    She fears the looming battle.

    Oh, for the angel
    Her fears flow down her face
    Her wounded pride becomes fearsome wrath
    As sense does seem to fade.

    Woe to the angel
    Who cleverly hides the pain
    Who, even with battered wings
    Her light is still sustained.