The Weeping Angel

The question of a thousand dreams
Never turning to what it seems
At least not for her

She dreams her funeral will fill
Those who choose to visit at free will
But she knows differently

God has not granted access to free her of spell
By her shadow is where the dark angel fell
This world was never meant for her

She is ready; has been since being born
This soul she has is tattered and torn
Why has this dark angel not shown kindness?

Gone is what was once a good soul
Replaced with nothing but a gaping hole
She seeks freedom from this plane

Will she ever close her eyes for good?

7/2/15 by ©Diana Jillian


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