Angel

She twists and turns upon a stage,
Her eyes don't see, she makes no sound.
The wings of pure white sprout from her back,
She never shows a sign of rage.

But all at once, the image fades,
Revealing the terrible truth.
Her wings of white turn darkest black,
The deepest of all the shades.

My fallen angel, once on high,
Now rests in the pits of hell.
My own little otherworldly demon
She never lets out a sigh.

She twists and turns inside her hell,
Her eyes don't see, she makes no sound.
My dearest will one day see the light,
Of her torture she would never tell.