Hidden in the phantom light, an angel of forgotten glory. Her call a silent yearning; her sorrow left unseen.

She is the daughter of darkness, singing the shadow's melody. Hark the fallen sound The freedom of faith since lost.

She holds a wilted rose, finger scarred by a silver thorn. The petals perfumed with death, Symbolic love forgotten.

Her halo is scorned with age, wings shattered by deception. She wanders through the lies, eyes sparkling with lost hope.

Her tears broken by neglect, soul left alone to decay, She is unseen,