Archaic Smile Poem by nishca koeries

'Her wings still beat
As the wind sweeps her drapery...'

Little Angel
When will thy wings heal
Will they ever
Or shall it stay eternally broken
How much longer can you stifle your cry
You know it can never be
So don't wonder why

Where has your archaic smile gone
I've seen it last when yesterday's sun shone
Please
I beg you
Take this helping hand
I'll save you

Carnage, turmoil, confusion all over
Ready to fly at the top of the cliffs of Dover
So white, they make your skin look pale
Ever reflecting

Don't fly Little Angel
Your wings are broken
You'll die Little Angel
In your heart, words left unspoken
In mid-air Little Angel
You'll feel it disappearing and you'll try to fly
It's too late Little Angel
The ground is near; soon you'll die