Dost thou see the angel?
Sitting there.
Teeth barred.
Dost thou see her beauty?
Her pale skin compared to the pale morning light.
Dost ye see her scars?
Streaking across her flesh as the dewdrops settle in her hair.
Wings up, the angel fears the danger.
Yet she knows you mean her no ill will.
Dost ye see the maiden?
A simple gal-
nay woman-
sitting on the high dark rock.
She opens her mouth to sing-
her favorites pastime.
They mock her
but but she does not show her fear.
The angel, whom lingers on the rock besides the maiden
hisses as you take a step towards the woman.
The maiden stops her song.
Tells the angel to back down
as a gentle breeze begins to brush through her hair.
The maiden steps towards you.
Her hand outstretched,
as if to receive you in her small arms.
Dost thou seen the angel?
Sitting there.
Teeth barred.
Dost thou see her beauty?
Her pale skin compared to the pale morning light.
Dost ye see her scars?
Streaking across her flesh
as the dewdrops settle in her hair.
The angel is sad.
For no one sees her.
They see the maiden.
Her anger and jealousy blackened her heart.
And soon after,
blackened her wings.