Pure Intent
My anger has been stolen by the stars For an angel came and plucked it out of my heart I try to hold gratitude for divine intervention bestowed upon me But the world is dulled, so I search wide and far Praying once more the angel graces my path The days go by, bleakly so I stroll through the graveyard of gods' stolen souls And there she lay, her ineffable purity exuding from the reaches of hell "It's you, the star I prayed to once more know, You trapped me in a dormant waking, for my anger made me whole." Alas, the angel stared, her eyes shone with luminescence so beautifully blinding But she left me, in the same state of angerless woe And here I stay, emotionless, alone