The fable told a true story ,of an angel
Flowing hair and her skin golden and fair
Her eyes glowing and her dress flowing with the wind
Her body tight , and looks like she would put up a fight
Her heart, to big for her body, it could tear her apart
Her innocence, could **** her in an instant

He came along
She fell in love and he felt strong
He played her like she was a toy
And she treated him like he was more than just a boy
He made her heart shatter and felt bad
But then she flattered him and he lost all his care

Others seemed to wonder is this fair
They would give them a long stare
Knowing she was in pain, yet again
Yet she acted as if , it was the best
And he acted as if she was to much stress

Little did he know it would snow power onto her
She started the war and made it the core as the winner and the sinner
She cared to soon and to much
He cared to late and to little

So her story of the angel she was, is now a fabel
As she is no longer just angel, yet demon, with more freedom

-Mari De Villiers