The never-ending tears keep flowing down her perfect angelic face
Why is she crying such beautiful tears?
Why are her tear ducts overflowing with water so pure and innocent
Just like her young playful soul, that loves to roam wild and free across the endless valley
The dew from her eyes falling like slow raindrops, gradually developing into something that one could compare to a thunderstorm
The soft sobs coming in patterns that sound like music to ones ears
The music that an angel plays when death is near
The tears gliding down her porcelain face like a dancer on shiny, waxed floor
Its moves as graceful as a butterfly, moving as swiftly as a bumblebee
From obstacle to obstacle it makes it way to the edge of the cliff
Where the tears awaits the lighting to make its move and strike
Silent until it makes itself known the lighting hits and wreaks everything in its path
The walls that were supposed to be protectors
Now a pile of invisible rubble lying on the ground untouched
The lighting hits the heart of the area
Letting out a loud roar that shakes the land uncontrollably
Her porcelain face a void of emotion
The thunder subsides
But only for a while
As it tries to regain its strength without success
The angel collapses once more
Falling to the ground
From high above the rain never seems to stop
The angle crying endlessly until her very last breathe
The day that an angel finally met the beauty that is death
The tears still falling even after the end
After the road has finally taken the bend