Not to be dramatic,
But God sent me something problematic
A weight equal to the world is on my hands
A beautiful angle with violent cries
And Hell burning inside its eyes
Not to be zealous,
But my days are scorned
My hopes and dreams are now to be mourned
For a heavenly being has forged a vow
Singing of glittering hoards it wishes for
Now
I cannot avow why I was delivered anguish
But the cherub is aware of my plight
Despite her hellish might
As she calls down terror throughout the night
I cannot write all in a single novella
But the angle has lost her slipper
And is covered in Nutella
Dirty ella, Arabella
Your prince is waiting down the hall
He awaits to wipe away those tears
Because that was a nasty fall
My angle before dawn
You were drawn from my prayers
I swear you are a devilish gift
Since joy and pain come in pairs
You anchored my life laid adrift
Although full of strife
You are a package sent from Heaven
That has blessed me like a knife