She Was An Angel Although Not Pure Poem by vern eaker

She was an angel although not pure...



You could tell from the blackness of her wings to be sure...



She tried real hard to hide her beauty from all...



Until an old wizard happened to call...



He seen through the mask she used to hide...



Through her dark eyes deep down inside..



He could see kindness and caring a world of beauty she should be sharing...



Once he manages to get her from behind the mask…



he found his own true love and to this day it last.