Shadows cast upon the forest as the sun goes down to sleep,
The wind's whispers bare the sound of an angel's silent weep.
The trees shed their leaves to cover up this mortal flesh and skin,
A casket within woodland built in filth and born from sin…

Her strong wings that once bared feathers have now turned so fragile
Like wings of butterflies that keep her bound to earth in denial,
The tears pour slowly down on her livid face – a flood of pain –
She tries to hide away from the world, away from crimson rain.

She feels watched as her dress grows roots deep within the ground
And the roots grow stronger every second – to earth she is now bound,
Emotions overwhelm her as a storm of dust embraces her body – cold,
Her soul is trapped within the walls of flesh – the pain too great to be told.

Amidst autumn leaves she takes one more sorrowful breath – alone
And the fear of fading becomes unbearable for this angel with no home,
In her last moment of life she prays for forgiveness for she has hope
That she will not be left to rot in the oblivion with which she can't cope…