An angel
that came forth to live,
Every hardship life could give.
Sleeping in the meadows haze,
she'd fall into her mind,
The Maze.

A trail of blood,
through corridors.
She tries to open every door.
Yet each are locked,
and there's no key.
She's searching for somewhere to be.

A tattoo on her little toe,
Brings her back
to brighter days.
Reminds of her of so long ago.
Before she got lost
in The Maze.

An angel
with a journeyed soul.
The hands of time
could never own.
She's lost now.
Waiting,
to be found.
An old soul
from a different land.