Fallen AngelBare-foot in the February snowShe stands alone on the bridge Limbs like twigs With a mind as easily broken Her back and shoulders bent As if she's trying to crawl into herself She stares into the churning water With eyes centuries old And shadowed by old ghosts Her mouth agape like a jagged wound Open in a raw and voiceless scream As her soul bleeds from vacant eyes She tastes salt on cracked lips And knows she's been turned into a statue © Darkamber 1995-2002 |