A.N. here is something that just poped into my head, so I wrote it down. It's amazing what you can do when you are hurting. I'm rating this PG because it's kinda morbid.
I killed an angel today. As I watched the life drain from her eyes and the visage of death seep into her perfect form, I thought of how pure and innocent her blood was. I wanted to share it with the imperfect and decayed world which I lived in.
I carried her lifeless body to the sea and trew her to the angry waves, watching as she vanished into the rolling depths. As I watched her fade into the ocean's depths I recalled to my memory her song of peace that she sang to the wind...
Lig aon fhear bhrón a ligean ar aon leanbh gol
Chun sa morn na haingil codlata
Beidh Bás teitheadh beidh grá i réim
Beidh eagla chaillfidh
Dúisíonn an naíonán na haingil caoin
Tugann fuaime deora le súile an domhain caite
Na damhsaí fear d'aois beidh an óga foghlaim
Tá scéalta agus finscéalta ar fad a fhanfaidh an brón
Go raibh aon uair amháin an saol seo.
As the sky grew dim and the rain began to fall, I watched in wonder as her pure innocence rose from the sea, falling on the mortals in that broken world. As the people were bathed in that red rain, I prayed that they could feel the beauty and innocence in it, and that it might somehow become a part of them.
Let no man mourn, let no child weep
For in the morn, the angels sing
Death shall flee, love will prevail
Fear shall shed its ghastly veil
The infant wakes with a vibrant cry
A sound brings tears to world worn eyes
The old man dances, the young will learn
Tales and legends are all that will remain of the sorrow
That once was this world.
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I Killed an Angel
Poetrythey say that blood is the price for freedom, could the shedding of blood also be the price for purity?