silken white trailing
adorned in gold
she roams the hallways
seeking vengeance
quick to judge
slow to forgive
trust once lost
is lost forever
no need for validation
she seeks no affection
her scent jasmine
her skin copper
celestial and surreal
must be an angel
but you evoked her fury
now she spreads like hellfire
battle scars and blemishes
she whispers a curse in violence
your wings burn black
your eyes turn dark
and you dissolve into oblivion
now not even she recalls your face
for you have fallen from grace
