Today I was walking,
And much to my surprise.
There stood an Angel,
full of demise.
His wings werent broken,
His eyes still shone.
And he wasn't dressed in black,
But he was walking all alone.
His halo was gleaming,
bright, shiny and gold.
He was in his teens,
and his heart was a bit cold.
He didn't have scars,
only perfect pale skin.
But you could tell he was dark,
Dark deep within.
His hair was blonde
his smile was white.
And when I approached him,
he didn't go for a bite.
He was only an angel,
no sharp teeth at all.
He had once been hurt,
He had taken a fall.
Someone had hurt him,
Stepped out of line.
Who could have hurt,
This angel of mine?
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