Saints On High
Glow formed by sheer radiance
The halo adorn over her head,
She was the angel on an arc
I was the antagonist causing her death
Sitting by her bedside at dark
Hearing her prayers only by a whisper
My Joan, left this world with wings
I was left with flames
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2011
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