Slain...
The Vampire sits alone in the dark,
the fear was fading,
sorrow filled the air,
the white winged Angel beneath his feet,
fell victim as she became the dead.
He shook off the murmuring sounds in his head,
sadly went the screams,
and the echos of the other Angels who fled,
and left the white winged Angel for dead.
The fear was changing,
it filled his heart with strength,
he has done the unthinkable,
as he cross the narrow line
toward Heaven’s gate.
Oh the other Vampires would be so envious of him,
He was able to see God’s heart,
it was raw with emotions,
and it was sour with pain,
his favorite Angel terribly murdered,
slain...
He knew that God could shake anything off,
but the sorrow
the sorrow remained,
his favorite Angel terribly murdered,
slain....
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