• It came. The heaven sent being came.
    Why it came, i did not know, Why me, i do not know,
    It wore a pure white pelt, it felt like a flowing stream of fresh water rushing through my fingers,
    Red lines of blood where painted on her pelt, all over its body, What they meant I did not know, but them seemed like a burden, a reminder of its sins maybe,
    Its eyes where pure blue, it shined glorious hope, yet such sorrow lay deep within them,
    Her teeth where like Daggers, Daggers made of white gold, so sharp and ferocious, yet so protecting,
    With the morning wind, a warm wind, she left; gliding into the heavens above, behind her followed a trail of flowers.......