One Winged Angel

by •§ аηgÑ”l §•   Dec 9, 2005


Pools of blood,
crimson eyes,
a merciless laugh,
and thousands of cries.

There he is,
down on his knees..
Praying for life..

The creature draws near,
with the knife in his hand..
One more step..

The wing ripped,
he fell to the ground.
The angel's sorrow..

All that was lost,
was now found.

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