The Angel's Death

The mist in her eyes thickened, 

And tonight there was no awakening, 

Slowly the drops down her face trickled, 

But the pain was no where waning. 

The tip of her finger tips too numb to feel, 

Her lips keeping secrets they had to seal. 

A crisp breath taken within, 

A dead sigh let out in rhythm. 

Before that single stroke, a final thought, 

Again in dilemma she found herself caught. 

Now or never, to live or to die, 

A question left for her tears to dry. 

And as she went down the memory lane, 

Every image was another striking pain.  

Dark nights and lonely places, 

Gloomy rooms and strange faces. 

A penny in hand, a fear inside, 

No place to give her shelter tonight. 

A life left to live on it's own, 

Tonight decides to fly to the angel's home. 

And somewhere in the city the newspaper read, 

Another girl found mysteriously dead.