condescendingly, she spoke to me
kind of like a princess from my last dream
and as her footsteps imprinted the sand
she dug her nails into her hand.

"hello stranger" like a spell she cast
i couldn't move, or let her walk past
and her voice made my stomach ache
and i leant down to clutch
but she moved her hand over me
and the pain was quick to eas

who was she? why was she here?
her black hair whipping against her face
her body dressed in the prettiest lace
Eyes a little glassed over, but still icy blue
So spellbound.
I couldn't move
Or Breathe
Or Speak
This was the angel
From all of my dreams.