After the attack,

she was lying on her back,

all she could see was the night,

the moon,

everything was beyond the light,

as she looked at the great arena of stars,

very bright,

she would cry,

her emotions would fly,

then she heard

a feeble barely audible word,

and that’s when she realized

that her head was resting,

almost nesting,

on the damp clothing

of an Angel’s knees,

the Angel normally so confident and cheerful,

seemed fearful,

as it stared at her with an air

of weariness and fear,

her ghost floated momentarily,

then returned

with all its splendor,

warmth it gives,

so that she lives