Yet another angel hath fallen upon thee,
Let's hope this one, doesn't betray me,
I place my faith, in the fact, that she's not a loss.
Can we all just hope, that she doesn't burn to moss.
Because from my experiences, with thine fallen angels,
They always, in the end, leave your mind mangled.
Though, gullibe as I be, I place trust in her white wings.
Let's hope she doen't turn around, and say degrading things.
For that's what happened last time, and I'm still recovering.
To whitstand that pain again? That would be highly smothering.
