• Silver light shimmered off of the angels pale form. Tears streamed down her grime covered face as she stared out of the tower window. She raised a slim fingered hand to wipe away her sadness, the shackles around her wrists and ankles jingled like melancholy bells. A chilled breeze blew through her dirty hair. The scars on her body stood apart from her pallid skin under the silver glow of the moon, a permanent reminder of her eternal captivity. She stretched her white feathered wings, a single white feather fell over the edge of the stone windowsill. It danced on the breeze as it was swept away for the lonely tower. Patches of cloth stitched together clung to the angles thin frame, barley covering her once beautiful figure.
    She gracefully swung her legs out of the window, the chains connected to her ankles pulled taut. Her wings stood open behind her in the cold tower room. she looked up at the moon with listless blue eyes, silver tears running down her dirty face. She raised her hands up to her chest, the chains refusing to let her move any closer to freedom. She stretched out her fingers to the bright moon as she silently wept for salvation.

    A beautiful angel locked away in a cold tower room, hidden from the eyes of other,. wasting away to a skeleton with angel wings. An angel weeps for salvation in an unrelenting world.

    A girl trapped within her own mind, weeps silently for the angel trapped within, wishing to be freed in an unloving, uncaring world filled with cruelty.