By: Audra DeMasi
These chains are wrapped around her
holding her to the ground
Like a bird whose wings are clipped
She�ll never be free
How can you hold an Angel?,
Hold her against her will
Her eyes have dimmed
Broken spirit within
As time passes by,
Sand pouring like a river,
the less her wings lift,
the more her soul dies,
the darker her eyes shine,
a turn for the worse,
or best, perhaps?
Her wings lift once more�
A day dreaded by all�
when an Angel, so pure and white
turns cold and black�Her chains
holding her no more.