Sonnets in My Head

14. Featherlight Preview

Sweet Sixteen,
Spent in vain,
Looking for crime every day.

Angelic youth,
The only, who sees the truth;
The only angel of the Lord,

Falling in love, feeling demise; heartache,
Feeling hate, physical pain.
They tear the world from her; laughing,
Threatening to twist it and break it; screaming.

Angels are of purity; to make one scream in pain,
To tear her heart, from that, there's no gain.

Men will know no relief, when, by any means,
She will make them burn up in blue flames.

- Silent