Like a Phoenix from the flames, she rose from the ashes
Her glorious, golden, wings on full display
She is reborn to the dark, beautiful night
No longer an innocent child of the day
Her lithe, naked body with pearlescent skin
Propels to the heavens above
Freedom and power course through her veins
An elixir of vengeful love
Her feeling of utter supremacy
Sensual to the very core
Intoxicated by the deep intensity
So new and exciting, wanting more
Soaring through the midnight air
High on a seraphic rush
The weight of her new responsibility
Hits her heart with a concrete crush
To the waste ground she dived
And folded her magnificent, celestial wings
The golden feathers quivered
In the distance the echo of a harps strings
She was chosen, when her life was extinguished
As pure as the driven snow
Now she feels lost and abandoned
Unsure of where to go
An invisible hand is placed upon her naked shoulder
Disturbing her silent tears
The transcendental warmth and reassurance
Allays her loneliness and fears
Ascending through the night sky
To the heavens once again she takes flight
Spreading her resplendent golden glory
The Angel of the night
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