I met a fallen angel with eyes of headstone gray,
with flecks of stormy blue that shows when eastern winds will bray,
she took upon her mantle a duty to save her mother's life,
a starcrossed fault,
underestimated gestalt,
the kind of girl who saves your soul but burdens with the strife
I watched this captive creature and her powers to create,
eagerly I felt her love, and fed upon her hate,
well-versed in the ancient way to enamor all her foes,
those hunger pangs,
and wicked fangs,
an empathetic journey of such volatile throes
I dreamt that all the fairies and all the hidden folk with wings,
were summonded to her court along with dark and eldritch things,
with circles of obsidian, of moonstone, and of quartz,
a sugar smile,
hidden all the while,
as she sinks a deadly knife into the enemy she thwarts