My Blinded Angel
My sacred angel lost her sight ,
blinded by the false delight
The pretty visions were much to bright ,
numbed the mind to all that's right
Illusions dance amongst what's real ,
a blissful state , no need to feel
Or so it seems but it's surreal ,
truth shatters through to let her heal
In the darkness it's time to rest ,
abandoned sins have been confessed
The soul itself has passed the test ,
once again she sees all that's blessed
~ A picture of the beautiful statue at the haunted house I work at :) She's a muse to me ~