She walks along and acts herself
apathetic to all feelings for her.
She does not recognize her importance,
her special position in life,
her impact on all.
In secret, unknown even to her,
there lies a legion of halos awaiting her orders;
the Queen of Angels sleeps.
The Angel minions protect her in the night,
they allow nobody except the pure to be in her presence.
Purity is a virtue long since desired.