Broken Angel Poem by victoria dupree

I walk alone in the moonlight.
I hear the cries of a small child.
I followed the sound.
And there i saw him.
Dying on the ground.
A sweet little angel.
Stripped of his wings.
In a pool of crimson blood.
I ran to hold him in my arms.
He looked so fimilar.
Yet i did not know him.
His tears turned to blood.
And i knew he was dying.
I wish i could stop it.
Why, why did this happan.
Why was this sweet little boy stripped of his wings.
His beautiful wings.
What did he do wrong.
He looked so innecent.
why did the angels take away his wings.
I need to know who is to blame.
I need to know who is to die next.
My poor little angel.
Just be calm.
Your death will not go unnoticed.
Trust me my angel.
they will pay.
All of them.
So sleep now.
Sleep my broken angel.