Slowly the large hideous beast
Moves out of swamp. With long
Claws and slimy body it moves into
A cave. In that cave the beast
Protects an angel. The angel is not
In the form of an angel of death but
Of an angel of beauty. And beauty
She has. Her eyes are like ice, clear
Shiny and beautiful. Her skin is
Ever so soft. And her body is small
And perfect. Her beauty is like the
Beauty of the setting sun on the
Island of Tennieriff. In a way the
Angel is like a volcano, yet not with
Lava, but is bursting of beauty.
There is one thing about her that
Will never die and that is her
Amazing beauty.