The Truth Unveiled

An innocent little girl
Hungry for wisdom
But she searches in places so unsafe
Unaware, and uncautious
A dark and rainy, Sunday afternoon
At the misty field, over the hill
She’s walking alone, on her own little paths
Knowing nothing of what this day will bring
As she is standing by the pond
Her eyes catch a glimpse
Of a shiny, white shape
Heart beating faster now, as she approaches the form
Nervous but helplessly drawn
To see what’s before her eyes
As she’s coming closer, she’s struck with fear
Before her feet, lies an angel, bleeding!
Her wings torn, asunder
Like a helpless prey
Consumed by a vicious beast!
Her figure drenched in blood
Seeming nearly, human
As she is lying there
Like a helpless victim
As she gaze into her eyes
A voice from beyond enter her mind
A frightening tale of the final truth
A tale from the land of the dead