I had this picture in my mind, a dying woman, with broken wings draped over her body on a cold bleak night in the woods.
This is the result. Hope you like it.
Death of an Angel.
Dark winter bleakness
bitter cold through her bones
she lies there half dead
full of sorrow as she moans
her blood seeping slowly
all life draining away
no one to hear her cries
on that cold fateful day
death swept over this place
and took all that was good
eaving her heart frozen
in that foreboding wood
this broken winged angel
all her powers now gone
she`s left there to wither
just like a broken swan
(C) Lissie Bull 2021
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