The little angel sits in silence
drops pebbles into the well.
Contemplating what state now
will befall both Heaven and Hell.
Little angel toes touch gently
water fresh and freezing
as a gentle southern breeze
brush her neck, kind and pleasing
The war is raging, she knows
a moment she knew would come.
She blesses in peace her sanctuary
where she can be alone.
Far away, the noise of battle
where fiends of carnage dwell.
Five jagged arrows she pulls from her body
then drops into the well.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
The little angel sits in silence
drops pebbles into the well.
Contemplating what state now
will befall both Heaven and Hell.
Little angel toes touch gently
water fresh and freezing
as a gentle southern breeze
brush her neck, kind and pleasing
The war is raging, she knows
a moment she knew would come.
She blesses in peace her sanctuary
where she can be alone.
Far away, the noise of battle
where fiends of carnage dwell.
Five jagged arrows she pulls from her body
then drops into the well.
Another fairy tale put into a poem. Wrote this with a future song in mind, but so far this is the only version.
