Black Angels

For black angels that sing
O'er that night in distress
Who while sleeping let fall
Not a shimmering tress 

Whose beauty no man
May ever hold
No matter his plan
Should he be so bold

Their hair in stark contrast
To the glittering snow
Their eyes, the same as the last
Though in their midst a beacon a glow

Though their skin is pale and light
They seem unaffected by the cold and the height
And though they can be heard through the glimmering night
You'd guess that they were in plight