Jeweled and flamboyant
With her sparkling tiara
Saintly in her ways
Innocence she spreads
Scent of a woman
Angelic conduct
Extravagance not marked
But an aura of paradise
Exquisiteness cherished
But her world upturned
She fell to the ground
Now unadorned
Picking up pieces
Of her battered tiara
With a subdued look
On her mesmeric face
Her Scent lingered
But she was lost
In the stench around
And that’s when
I saw an angel
With broken wings.
