[from my deviantart account at http://phoenix-raven.deviantart.com/art/Nie-455299776" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;]

She who weeps, an 'angelic' being. Standing alone in a field and crying again. Would be a sad sight but she's so generous and benevolent. Greeted by Hawks upon her step it's enough to confuse those not open. I wouldn't say "hi" but I am so broken.

But that's not a new poem, or is it? I think I read it before.