Angel

She scouts around - Earth's angel
Pristine white is her her skin, like those of an eye
Though not hers. a fathomless pit that could never be filled
With mud; in her ears makes inaudible the singing of the crows
Lightless, and even bleaker they will become

Stalking her 'charge' as it flees by snarling trees
Slowly, then in a soundless swift motion - within grasp it becomes
Under her smile it is frozen, mouth wide in a silent scream
Which she eagerly takes in
And gives in return the gift of two holy rings

Twilight signals the end of playtime
Vice-like grip unlocked, she retreats
Back, under the asylum of Mother Nature who holds her dear
As Man's pre-programmed inner alarm clock begins to sound
Except for one, in peaceful serenity, as the sunlight
Creeps over his body ever so limp...

©Amanda Tee