Broken Angel

Her pure voice is enchanted, carried far on a cold breeze
Twisting through the silence, catching on the gnarled old trees
A soft sinister harmony, with haunting melodies
Enough to make the strongest men come crashing to their knees

The noose upon her slender neck that took so long to weave
The irony of death in a world where she couldn't breathe
Smothered by the games she played, spiteful lies used to deceive
Hating the loop she's sucked into but won't let herself leave

Eyes as black as hell & a heart as cold as stone
She sings a song of hatred as she sits all on her own
Thoughts inside her head even Satan would not condone
A Broken Angel trapped upon a charred & blackened thrown.

~*~ Not my usual style, Comments appreciated ~*~