Warmth, peace, love
An ivory face,
Though untouched by hatred,
Has seen far more pain and suffering
Than demons from the pits of hell.
'I have seen blood,'
her calm eyes seem to say.
'I have seen pain.
Hatred.
Fear.
Rage.
And I am not broken.
I stand still.'
Pale, marble cheeks,
White as snow.
A soft mouth lines smooth cheeks,
A long graceful neck.
Clear collarbones,
and breasts a man would think were of a goddess herself.
Smooth hair,
Languorous turns and curves.
A loose gown of stone hugs her trim body,
Revealing and concealing.
From her shoulders once stood forth proud wings.
Glory itself, each feather intricately carved
By patient hands.
Broken.
Ripped from their base,
Uneven, rough stone in their stead.
She continues to smile,
Her sweet empty eyes pour into yours,
And you know she sees your soul.
'I know you,'
she whispers.
'I too have seen pain,
but yet I love.
My wings torn from my body,
Yet I could not bleed.
I could not weep.
Yet I love.'
Angel tears.