Time to find an angel - poem 1.5

A girl came wanting so she could step into a depth unknown to love

She met a girl that would help and give strength of a sour sieve

It wasn't the sheath that reckoned kindness in virtue and greed

Only came back to see the light which animosity discouraged

As the light took the candle to new depths it created a halo

Somewhere of the coulours of the world dishonest and wrapped

It was the virtue of a new person that let her begin a same side

In all its forgivings she mistook an evil all to familiar to a pint of glass

Hourly figure she discouraged onlookers to enrapture themselves in mansions

Gold hues to discover the witness to take a hand and find frozen grounds

In it all was wanted and needed to find a broken hand to mend founded

Some met at the time of an half past 2 and knew that it was bountiful

After the case scenario dealt a hand and gave her a opportunity stands

It was as if she saw a ghost betray her soul in a hour to behold grievance

She met her mother's boyfriend only to learn it was as if he let it go fully

And after the death of a girl that led the world and saved everyone life

One man took the time to deal the hand that came back in overfull of greed

Lonely girl ate and sat by the fire to find a lover in a obtuse background

Colorful lillies lie to wait the one of a kind individual to fire a soul misconduct

Decision to take her friends mother to a circus party at a credential to be

Met by the hour of a princess that gave all of her winnings to a clown

After nobody gave the chance of a lifetime to want and see what lie ahead

It was as if she knew who was a ghost that killed a clown in a mansion bye

If the last front was a cause of freedom her individuality let her be a nuisance

Omnipotent were her words in all of its wrath and wholesome tenderness to see

We can help nowhere to be found a dead engine of a blackness all to forseen

to waters of hatred and waters of need it was in the balance of ages forgotten

That led her to sing a tale of a shark and a tank to give a breath of fresh air

In the fallen creepy feelings that left her so down it came as a surprise fair

Will power was the last hope of a girl who knew why they reckoned the dark

Soul of greed was not the case in this man's life nor his girlfriends ear mark

Emery boards carried the cross accross the ocean that let her swim naked

And she wept the tale that let everyone in on a grave circumstance for

The Darkside in her life of solitude and gift of a new life hereafter

Society came weeping to find her let down in a misdeed of a mans ransom

She gave a cross to him and told him to sit by the bay of a heart and read.

The Saint.

The Sinner.