Crying Angel

One wing black, one wing white,
but halo still glows with all its light.
Tail as pointy as a knife.
A killers passion, a mothers delight.

Silently swings all kept to herself.
Ears as pointy as an elf.
A daughter of Satan but a saint herself.
A baby girl with mental health.

Dark and light magics just don't combined,
makes for her an unhappy rhyme.
she sits staring and sings to herself.
No one to comfort her, no one to help.

Damned from the beginning an innocent being.
she knows no love but in songs she sings.
she dances to happy hopeful tones,
only to be shattered by painfully noons.

Lost on her own unable to forget,
why they shun her, her mistakes she'll regret.
because of them she'll never be sane,
and she'll try to make sure no ones treated the same.