There is an angel who lives on a peak
She shimmers in the sun as it leaks
Her blinding white wings flutter in the breeze
And a dazzling halo above in quite a chic.
Her hair flowed with honey lust
Her eyes cried with blue dust
Her touch poured with kind trust
But she was the only of such.
If only we could rid of the dark
Who wore clothes like a lark
And was of the tricky smart
With red fangs that were glistening sharp.
His hair dried with black
His eyes cried red hack
His touch was a smack
Too bad he’d never leave you back.