...Where beauty flies... <br />Wisdom cries <br />...Near the runes... <br />Upon the ancient tomb's <br />...Where in days of yore... <br />All knew the germanic lore <br />...Of the village and it's gore... <br />Long ago and before <br />...But beauty she still flies... <br />Upon Angel Wings <br />...Her wisdom cries... <br />For all of the victims lives <br />...And the weak that did not survive... <br />She lives to tell her story this day <br />...But flies with wings to make her way... <br />And upon a harp she plays her sorrows songs <br />...About a Tale of So Much Wrong... <br />One wrong does not deserve one right <br />...One right does not deserve one wrong... <br />Beauty she still flies upon Wisdom's wings <br />...And sings of todays horrendous wrongs... <br />In a World where Evil reigns <br />...But Goodness and mercy belongs...<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-50/
