The Universe's Mixer

Pretty little angel, wandering the earth.
Wanting to protect those she lived amongst now.

Lost her wings, forced to stay here.
Was it suffering or has she accepted her fate?

If she died, would she return to her previous existence?
We would have to see.

The City wanted answers.
And the questions lay in her.

Walking slowly, coming up quick.
The knife moved fast so she wouldn't suffer.




Pretty little angel, not wandering the earth anymore.