A beautiful angel encased in ice
Sentry for a thousand years
Mask of reality cloaked in shadow
Graceful form thrown into sharp relief
Standing on the precipice
Of the mouth of hell
Gazing with deceptive blindness
Into endless horror
Bones made of ice and stone
Skin made of thorns and nails
Hands formed from judgment and cruelty
Conceal the fragile nature within
A most celestial consciousness
Endowed with mesmerizing eyes
Burning into infinity, seeking Divine guidance
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