"I am an angel," she thought, As she braided her hair in the clouds. Humming the melody of the doves, And muttering church worthy prayers aloud. She knelt in the cloud dunes and sighed, When something horrid caught her by surprise. A mirror stood not far from her feet, And in it she saw her unfaithful eyes. Her lips were no longer sweet honeyed cherries, Instead, they were red hot and ablaze. Her pupils were aching, releasing grey smoke, And her strands of dull hair were a craze. Her stomach no longer craved mushrooms and pie, She longed for a thick piece of bread. And on it, meaty slices of a few men's hearts, Their blood tastier than butter spread. She ripped the wings off her back, Bent her golden halo 'til it broke. Euphoria cleansed her every organ, Surrounded by flames as she awoke.