the angel sits lovely on a cloud
beauty suspended in white
no gray to be found
bliss overwhelms as the sun heats her bones
enraptured in pearl fleece she lays happily alone
she suddenly looks down at the world below
and gray infects her spotless snow
the sky of crystal darkens
turning light to cold
indigo wraps her in a crushing hold
screaming invades her helpless mind
blackness coats her onyx eyes
leaving her blind
the angel falls from her place on the cloud
tar of sadness weighing her down
she feels herself falling deep into night
delicate wings unable to fight
she hits the ground with a splintering smack
little bones decorated with cracks
broken and beautiful the angel lays
disaster consumes her in its rage
from her lips rubies seethe
as the angel no longer breathes.