she heals the wounded,
the scars with the
sharp edges by the
sound of a harp
from her soul.

her fingertips grace over the
strings as she gives them
white wings to fly away from
a dark dystopia.

she promises beauty from
crystallized myriad entity angels
as she sits in her room with a smile
you can only find in fables.

she heals the wounded,
the scars with the
sharp edges by the
sound of a harp
from her