Her blue eyes sparkled with such innocence.
It inspires a feeling of protection.
A desire to shield her from the horror.
Her marble face resembled an angel.
I could picture her resting on a cloud
Or dancing like a fairy with flowers.
Or a gentle breeze flowing through her hair
Or free falling in a kaleidoscope.
How wonderful to feel her in my arms.
To have her laughter echo in my soul.
She occupied a special place in me.
My very bones pulsed from loving her so.
Yet angels always fall back down to earth.
Innocent eyes burn bright blue from evil.
Her whole being became like sharpened claws.
Marble cracked to reveal cold, hardened stone.
Now the cloud grows and darkens the blue sky.
The flowers wilted and died brutally.
The wind whipped my face like a razor blade.
All light disappeared into complete black.
Her coldness left a shudder in my flesh.
She had a shrill scream that scrambled my spine.
She's the horror I need protection from.
Her love is a poison in my bloodstream.
