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by Shark
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1738836
A story of an angel
Wings as black as night
Heart as cold as ice.
Eyes as red as blood
With a voice as bitter as a rotten fruit.
Her skin pale as the snow.
Her hair as dead as her body.

Death crawls in her empty veins.
Lies speak from her tainted tongue.
Feathers fall like the leaf of a tree.
Her heart does not beat.

A angel of darkness
One who does not belong - neither heaven nor hell.
A lost soul whom walks amongst the graves
Talking to those whom can not find their way.

A angel whose hands have violated the graves.
Her feet whom have walked over the soiled lands.
She is a dead beauty.
But for only those from hell.

A deliver of bad news.
A carrier of the dead.
She commands whom can stay
and who can live.

A woman whose life was once alive.
But now is dead as the winters trees.
Tears of pain that make her weak.
She is chained to such evil places.

She comes in the night to take those whom are damned.
She comes to the grave to take to the gates.
She comes as a woman to bring no enlightenment.
She comes as a dark angel, a creature of night.
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