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Hark the Angel for she has appeared in an mysterious and unknown place
With her hair shining a beautiful yet sickly gold made to entice
And her eyes like snow globes, glossy and as pale and blue as ice
While her dress was a stunning white, intricate and mesmerizing like old lace
Hark the Angel who feels the unknown is familiar to winter's warm embrace
Nostalgic and comforting like the smells of cinnamon and allspice
Yet the lingering feeling of broken trust and something unspoken is so precise
That as if she's about to run she drastically quickens her pace.
When did it get so cold she can't quite say for certain
Manipulated and vision clouded by a ring of thorns that makes her bleed
Commanded and forced by they who betrayed her to kill her friend a bird of blue
Being lifted by the heavens wings freezing him solid and left with this burden
Guilt on her conscience while hoping and praying for when she'll be freed
From her companion the devil themself who controls who she is and what she will do