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Green soft leaves
Still on their trees
Create an opening for me to see
The pale, pale skin shining in the fog like diamonds
Her body, lying on the ground covered by a ripped white gown
Her breathtaking beauty still visible beneath the wounds
Her pure white wings are torn and ripped
What could have made her like this?

I kneal down beside her
And gently place her head in my hands
Her long gold hair running like sand through my fingers
The bluest eyes I have ever seen stare up into mine
And I can see her story

Two large men saw her beauty
And lost control
They beat her
And raped her
And left her here to die

Her eyelids slowly close
And her body becomes motionless
The warm light radiating down from the heavens
Becomse brighter.
It blinds me.
I feel her body lifting up
Her head no longer in my hands

The Music
Oh the music
The music that begins to play and fill my ears is beautiful and soft
And yet somehow haunting

I try to stand, but can't
I try to look up to see, but can't
I squint into the light
And see her
She's smiling a smile that could heal hearts
And I wonder what it would be like to be an angel.