Mikayla

I

Bathed in Heaven’s radiant light

I brighten up even the darkest night

Love, peace, and salvation

Are the messages of my oration

All the beauty in the universe

Is found in each holy verse

Of which I speak

I answer every hopeless shriek

In a veil of sacrosanct mystique

II

Dark hair, dark eyes

A mouth always full of lies

Envy, greed, and death

Are what I speak with every breath

All the evils of the world

In my eyes they are swirled

A mysterious masochist is what I am

For these evils I do not feel a single qualm

With my tricks, many people do I condemn

III

An angel’s wings

Tainted by the evilest of sins

The smell of death is in the air

Dark red blood dishonors her blonde white hair

The devil’s fire

Built with an ungodly pyre

Quenched with the holiest of intentions

A hallowed intervention

A little of good and evil lies

In each of them, every day a little reprise

A sweet twisted melody

Which heavenly

Paints a harmonious disaster

To remain a memory forever after