Scoop Poem: For on beatened wings approaches

Published: Wed 3 Nov 1999 03:07 PM
Signs of Angels?
Oh no I hear the forlorn cry
Tis the dreaded hour
For on beatened wings approaches
Her form back to the tower.
Chained down and made to work
The return has brought no joy
But for the technology
That allows her to talk to this boy.

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