Where an Angel fears to tread
Across cemeteries of so declined,
Never were her hands to hold
Sweet nothings of ne’er be thine.
Where Gods of love and thunder
Bare down towards his feeble recoil,
She lies in silence and quietly sleeps
Peacefully still, within nature’s soil.
Where Angels fear to tread
Over embers of absent pain,
Lies the body of one who cry’s for pleasures
Whilst dressed in another’s blame.
As Gods of love and war
Rain hail her feminine guile,
This angel lives for those she loves
And her eternal loving smile……
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