Christine
As she rocks upon bent knees in her darken despair.
Wiping away tears, and brushing back her hair.
Mists of memories swirl out of control.
Leaving her feeling helpless, frightened, and utterly alone.
Darkness consumes her as she whispers a silent prayer.
Moonlight dances upon her long dark hair.
Within her tiny hands she clings to a red rose.
Its petals now welted, she brings it to her nose.
Inhaling in ecstasy, its scent so sweet.
Slowly she rises to both of her feet.
She walks toward a small window, her only source of light.
Hazely, she gazes toward the heavens, a starry night.
As if searching for... what, I do not know.
Maybe her father who was taken from her some years ago.
Or maybe her Angel of Music who's voice she longs to hear.
Suddenly a soft whisper caresses her ear.
She looks all around her with wide eyed fear.
From out of the shadows a face did appear.
A face so beautiful, she could not help but stare.
With eyes like sparkling Saphires, and black silken hair.
" Come to me Angel, " his eyes they did plea.
As he reached out his gloved hand to take hers with trembling need.
With eyes full of longing his hand she did take.
As he pulled her close to him, sheltering her with his black cape.
Once again he would take her to his paradise far down below
Where their songs of love will surely take them higher, then even the heavens dare go.