There was an Angel

by Death's Bride

Just a quick poem describing my OC Amaya. Her description may change in later stories, though.

There was an angel, and young was she,

with coal black eyes and a spirit free,

with magnificent wings sewn from the feathers of crows,

and her hair was the midnight and a river that flows,

with marble white skin and crimson stained lips,

her dress made of petals, with tears and with rips,

she was tall and was thin, with tears like the stars,

her soul was a flame that was trapped behind bars,

she had but one fear, and that fear was to live,

because once she was living, she had one thing to give,

and that thing was her life, surrendered to heaven or hell,

once death has rung his solemn, cold bell.