Plagued by Angel Wings

She’s a witch

My Maiden Alina

She needs time to call her craft

To the woods she’ll reach a spike

Her knowledge of what she likes

Do not underestimate her

For she carries a wit plagued

by angel wings

She is protected

Wrinkled by calluses of talent

Her song is bold

Her compassion rich

The sparks on her fingertips, holy

An Aphrodite with raven hair

Calming every inch of man

With a stroke of demand

My lover, surrender your hand

Spellbound, color me grand