As the night spreads out its wings
And flies across the sky,
In a small room a little angel cries.

She switches the lights off,
retires on the floor .
Moonlight tip toes through the window,
Glistening her eyes brimming with sorrow.

Her wings have lost feathers.
Her breasts have deep wounds.
Wrists have cuts.
Back is scarred.
Heals are chapped.

The enigma of life keeps weighing her head low.

With growing resentment in her heart
Demons pull her in their lap,
She frees herself of their hold
And struggles to wear her smile,
Prays for her soul to be optimistic
... And good.

So, she dances on broken glass.
Tastes poison and breathes fire.
Dives in oceans,
Hits the rockbottom,
Bounces back and plays with dragons.

She chooses to be soft
But remains the Queen of Warriors.
She stays an angel,
Refuses to serve the evil.
With a a sword in a hand and wand in the other.
With pain in her eyes but kindness radiating on her face.
She stays strong.
That's how she stays strong.

The night lost.
Its demons retreat.
A new day arrives
For her to sing to a new beat.

Much love <3