Saturday, September 4, 2010

Your Angel

Guide and protector of the lost,

she is patient and kind.

Your true friend till the end.

She who whispers the noble acts,

and sobs at your mischief.

An angel of pure love.

She keeps you secure from your foes.

With her comforting wings,

you are safe beyond reach.

Alas, white wings turn into black,

as enemies get close.

Ready to fight for you.

She is willing to be cast out,

to fill her hands with filth.

And live her life with lies.

An angel of light turning dark,

damned for her broken pact.

Your friend without a flaw.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @September 2, 2010

More poems by this author:

White Lies

I am Yours

Coming Home