Tangela was never created for any religious reason
an angel of winter and of love
meant bring peace to the iciest season
with her friends the happy doves
Her robes and wings around her are purest white
the colour of the surrounding fresh fallen snow
her hair is blacker than a moonless night
in mourning for the things that cannot yet grow
She likes to sit in the woods with her feathered friends
and sing songs of happiness and joy
wishing to remove the hurts of all
be they born a girl or boy
Amidst the falling flakes she will remain
until spring's arrival she will not go
when the plants start to grow she will depart
until winter returns to bring more snow
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