Sitting silent upon the stone
Wollowing in sadness, left all alone
Her feet and hands bound by chains
Her pure heart now shattered remains
Blood and scars upon her skin
The brutal proof, she could not win
Broken wings and a bloody fate
If anyone comes, It'll be to late
Midnight darkness engulfs her soul
Heartbreaking truth, her life they stole
Arched window open by her side
She looks out before she dies
I wish that I could have saved
The Captive Angel who had been so brave
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