14 October 2012
Graveyard angel, A weather-worn beauty, Deceptively holy, A demon in heaven's clothing, Perched atop a Grey-stone mausoleum, Surveying the realm She stalks, owns, Keeping the dead in check, Collecting more souls To fill the empty plots, Lipstick of dried blood Jewellery of bones, Don't stray into the Shadows of her Other-worldly home At midnight when The placid moon is full, Or you may find yourself As an angelic statue too.
[inspired a little by the Angels in Doctor Who]
Graveyard Angel • Opuss № I