I see you there, unselfish in your ways.

The angel from my dreams.

She looks down at me, smiling.

I move to touch her, hold her,

For I know now she is my destiny.

From above, like a hungry hawk he dives.

A blade of steel aimed at the doves heart.

I go to cry out, warm the angel of her demise,

But I cannot move, cannot cry out.

With the swiftness of death he strikes home,

The look of realization on the doves face,

It shatters my illusion of life.

I run to catch her, to save her,

Our dreams, hopes and love.

I hope I'm not too late!

Slowly she falls, her hair falling loose.

Wings that spread to take her home.

A tear falls as I hold the fallen dove,

Feeling not only the life grone from her,

But hopes, dreams, love.

I glance up at the hawk,

Wanting to rage, wanting to strike.

I cannot leave her behind.

He smiles down.

Does he know what he's done?

Does the selfish bastard know?

With a cry of revenge, I move to strike,

But not that it matters.

An angel has fallen.

And I can't bring her back.