Fallen Angel

• Jessica Xu, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

A lost soul drowned in the depths of hell
Delivered by a spirit, in Twilight she dwells
A fallen angel, of no distinguishable emotions
A pure devil, of deathly evil notions

Quiet, but she can easily demand attention
Mysterious, unreadable, unknown true intentions
Standing proudly, hair fluttering in the wind
So conspicuous, yet she can fit in with ease

Glowing red eyes that had once been brown
Black sailor uniform, with her long hair down
A young girl betrayed one too many times
The poor soul whose life is made of limes

Like this, she would remain forevermore
No ups, no downs, nothing to make her heart soar
Always alone, save for her companions three
Neverending, like the vast open grey sea