My Angel...

Through the wool of sheep's skin,
Terror lies within.
For the world must have sin, so balance can begin.

Some confusion and tension, but don't forget to mention agitation and frustration along with a kind soul ripe for the taking.
Untouched and undark, oh so pure with bright locks picture her as you do your savior.
Steal your heart and what you've got,
then leave you to rot, her deception is of the worst grudge to hold.
She bids adew and farewell to you as you lay in your pitiful hole.
Then you dig in your pockets like a furious mole, only to find that it is of his wallet she stole.
Through the whims of the crowd,
children screaming aloud he rushes through to find the white maiden.
He comes to some paths, but then alas, will he pick the straight or the jaded.
The man uses his nose to the scent of her rose and the path indeed shall be the jaded.
Reaching the end of the path comes a clearing so vast as a white angel kneels in the center.
Walking closely towards her he spots his belonging calmly sitting beneath her.
Her face is shrouded with hair, golden locks here and there.
She then reaches and hands him his wallet, as she looks up and reveals her face a sudden shock his body takes as he recognizes who kneels before him.
It is his old darling wife who had passed on to the next life but how could seeing her be a reality?
He stutters to talk, while his mind races and stops, then ponders damn near insanity.
Before a word forms, she says," I know, don't try to say more," as she thrusts the wallet into his hands.
Tears well up in his eyes; as he wipes them goodbye,
And so does the sight of his angel.