Broken Angel

Her wings shine in the bright light,
Of the half violet moon,
While a single tear rolls down
Her pure white cheek,
Betraying what she feels.

Her sparkling, light blue eyes,
Pure as a summer’s sky,
Stare out in front of her,
Into nothingness,
For there is nothing for her.

Her long, white hands,
Reach out towards the sky,
While she wonders,
What had caused despair
To come to the earth.

Her deep, red lips,
Are speaking soundlessly,
As if she has lost her voice,
When she saw the earth,
In all it’s sorrow.

Her beautiful and once strong,
Caring appearance are now filled,
With the hatred that the earth
Has given to her by a single look,
Which broke her once pure heart.

She, an angel of peace,
Has been broken down,
By that which she had
To protect with her heart,
The wars on earth.