SONG OF WOE

The crimson sky and the wind’s cold embrace

Was all that eased the pain of the sad soul

A smile to shield the sadness on her face

Uncertain if she’s ready of the fall


The crows pried as she trembled on the edge

“Fly, be free” A voice so calming whispered

Her blank eyes wondered and ventured the ledge

The grim fate awaits the soul who suffered


She knew she was an angel denied love

Lost herself so she called darkness, her friend

Sang of woe maybe they’ll hear her above

Asked for a sign, but no this was her end


And so now the light fades- the sun has set

She opens her arms, took step- no reset