Lost
in a body
she should have had all her life.
Yet
she doesn't
know who she really is.
Dark
is what
she was made of.
An Angel
is who
she began as.
Then
with Lucifer
she fell.
Purple
and black
hair that falls down her back.
Piercing
purple eyes,
the color of African violets.
The Stench
of death
surrounds her.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Lost
in a body
she should have had all her life.
Yet
she doesn't
know who she really is.
Dark
is what
she was made of.
An Angel
is who
she began as.
Then
with Lucifer
she fell.
Purple
and black
hair that falls down her back.
Piercing
purple eyes,
the color of African violets.
The Stench
of death
surrounds her.
A poem about a fictional character I recently created.
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