Frozen Angel

Her dead eyes look into oblivion

Lips slightly open with fragments of bloody teeth

Still attached

Cold light grey skin with only few stains of blood

If only I could let her be

and forget what I found under the dress

But her destiny was to fall

into hands of true servant

And live for eternity

through rituals yet unseen

Proceeds in odor of melting frozen skin

Her remembrance

Her precious beauty

Her route into

Her sainthood

Her martyrdom

For whole femininity

Her mortal sainthood

Key to the eternal life

Frozen angel