Angeline, sweet Angeline, your footsteps dust the endless sands,

with shades of swirling, hopeful dreams,

reflecting incandescent light, that scatters,

glistening, on the waves,

that clutch the mirrored blue and deep,

beneath the looming stars and moon.  

Your whispers beckon souls to sea,

as sunlit breezes warm the flesh,

and turquoise eyes entrance the will,

ignoring wretched screams below.

No man survives your deadly whims,

as earth and sky turn black with swill,

an angel dark, an omen old, 

your wicked path...leads straight to Hell.