Fallen Angel's Savior
I walk in to the night to calm my soulIn the distance I can hear a screaming
A crowed goes by me
Torches and pitch forks in hand
My curiosity inspired
I fallow
The crowed gathers around a tall wooden wall
Upon this wall is nailed an angel with black wings
She is dressed in a red robe that is torn and tattered
Her lovely velvety black wings are pined under her arms
Her head down her lovely brown hair blowing in the wind
My anger stirs
How could these people do this to such a beautiful being
I grab a ladder and go to get her down
I am stopped by the crowed
They yell at me and start beating me
I must not die
She can not hang there
She is to beautiful
They left me to die at her feet
I look up and see her face
She holds a sad smile
We will met again she whispers to me....
She dies hanging up on an invisible cross and
I die at her feet a faithful servant
Who was determent to get her down
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