Frozen and captivated, the angels wings brush gently on my skin, scarring their final goodbyes to my heart.
A silent kiss on the halo pure, as they ascend to the heavens, leaving but a small memory of their soft voices.
White are the stars they glide upon, silver is the moon of which they sing, black is the deep space of their final journey.
Bare and naked they swim in the darkness, their heavenly glow alight the sky, the aurora borealis a painted image of their flight.
Their finger tips point to the northern star, "May the child be born again!" they cry, their personal gateway to fate.
As I stand alone in the field of snow, rose petals, red and tainted, dance in the air for them, flying high to guide them gently.
I stand alone for you my dear angels, may my soul be forever your eyes, your voices, and your hearts.
A silent kiss on the halo pure, as they ascend to the heavens, leaving but a small memory of their soft voices.
White are the stars they glide upon, silver is the moon of which they sing, black is the deep space of their final journey.
Bare and naked they swim in the darkness, their heavenly glow alight the sky, the aurora borealis a painted image of their flight.
Their finger tips point to the northern star, "May the child be born again!" they cry, their personal gateway to fate.
As I stand alone in the field of snow, rose petals, red and tainted, dance in the air for them, flying high to guide them gently.
I stand alone for you my dear angels, may my soul be forever your eyes, your voices, and your hearts.
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