Crimson Flame

She sleeps
Locked away behind a drug induced haze
Her moments of clarity are brief
Limited to reassuring flashes of friends and family
And worry for the broken angel down the hall

They tell her not to fret
Those nurses who prowl the white hell she's confined to
Oh how she hates them
They take her clarity and lock her away
Back in the drug induced world of memories and hazy dreams

She fights against the chemical bonds
Though her sleeping body refuses to answer her commands
And while she slumbers uneasily
Her parents sit restlessly by the bed
Of their one and only child

The future looks bleak for this tiny whisper of a girl
The doctors fear she will never again stand on her own
This tiny crimson flame has come so close to burning out
Her friends,Her sworn protectors,are helpless to fight this battle
She is left to fight this alone

She awakes to familiar faces
And as before,her first murmured words are of the broken angel
Those gathered can do nothing more than offer hushed reassurances
And soothing touches that do little to calm her soul
She begs to see him,though she knows her plea will be met with instant refusal

It is not long
Before those white clothed demons she detests return
Locking her away with their hated drugs
Before she slips away,and her eyes close once more
They find a familiar gaze and with a nod he communicates all she needs to know.

Hushed words are exchanged between those who stand guard
Breathed so softly as if not to wake this crimson haired girl
Who's beautiful face,even in sleep,is not peaceful
There is little to do,besides wait and pray
That the broken angel soon returns for the sake of this crimson flame that once burned so bright

This is dedicated to Crimson,a bight spirit who I pray never burns out,and who I hope is reunited with her angel soon