Changing Moods
The Angel with the broken wing
Sat quietly on the playground
swing.
It looked around with eyes so white
Like the brightest star in the darkest night.
It's halo bent with horns to show
With each second which seemed to grow.
A tail did sprout from it's back
Like a red arrow with a head so black.
It broken wings now soon fell
The body turned to the pits of hell.
It's lyre broke, a trident came
That's how it became, the devil unnamed.
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