Garden of Eden

She stumbles barefoot in the snow. Dusk creeps
upon her, crawling down on the tree line.
It's like a snake slithering on a vine.
Her guardian Crows catch you when you peek,
in the approching doom what do you seek?
Wanders this destroyed Garden of Eden,
maddened with contempt- longs to get even.
They have their hungry stares- consume the freak.
She stumbles down to the edge of a cliff,
she desires to freefall to her demise.
She feels a cold, smooth hand on her arm,
heat pulses from this being like a Sith.
Does she dare turn around to recognise
the dark angel that has kept her from harm?