An angel with white wings flew down to earth in the body of a child.

She wandered about looking for a way back to her home.

She held a picture close to her heart; a young babe, a woman and a man.

The baby with blue eyes that matched those of the angel's, and golden hair that did as well.

The woman now buried many feet under, close to her one lover.

The child rested beside them, the angel gazing upon her own name in stone.

Faded letters spelled "Dei" and then vanished,

Forgotten by the constant rain and wind that paid no heed to the dead's cries.

A crying angel, her grey wings hung loosely on the earth.

Her home lay in ashes, fifteen years gone, her mother and father below her.

She tried to fly back to heaven, but she had already chosen to leave.

Her wings darkened as she fell crying back down, her world crumbled.

She had hoped to find a kind woman that had survived the fire,

A man that calmed the sobbing former.

Now her home lay in ashes, fifteen years gone, her mother and father below her.

Sobbing in a shadowed corner, the angel with the black wings gave up.

She began to pull her soft feathers out, letting them float sadly to the ground and vanish.

A hand was on her shoulder then, silently asking why are you doing that?

She looked up into deep brown eyes, and soft red hair.

The "boy" above her gazed at her sympathetically, then slowly took her hand from her torn wings.

He took the picture from her, and then smiled.

He led her away by her hand, and sang her a soft song.

Morning may be far away, but the night can be welcoming too.

Forget your worries, just let them fall; let go of the picture, what is done has been done.

And the black winged angel walked off with white winged demon.