Virago

[v]ivid image in my head.

[i] told god, she's like a breath of winter air.

[r]est of days I'll let the angels take the dead

[a]ll this war, they watched in silence, don't care.

[g]ive me a chance to choose the lesser of two evils.

[o]ne of us just must refuse and soar the sky like mountain eagles...