Deadly Beautiful
Her majestic wings they unfold like paper
Like the cut away angels linked in a taper
Her hair is like blue fire but cascades like water
This angel so divine, her beauty a crime
A face of innocence with those doe-shaped eyes
But you don't see those majestic wings pinioned
Surrounded by dejection like participation ribbons
Her eyes full of despair with their piercing hot glare
That lays you out bare because you let yourself care
Care for this beautiful fallen creature
For the angel is superior said your complex in a whisper
With the delicate wings and the beauty that sings
Give ear to her songs and you’ll find she does not belong
In the heavens above with the peaceful white doves,
But below in the fire that matches her ire
What a piteous little thing
Like a moth with torn wings
Her songs of deceit mark her approaching defeat
I hope you didn’t fall,
For her games and her claws
Because the beautiful ones,
Are the most dangerous of them all
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