Her wings lied misshapen before him,
He watched as her eyes filled up with holy tears,
As thick dark blood oozed out from her back.
Her arms and legs were now forever bound to the earth,
And he smiled coldly at the beautiful sight.
Her melodic sobs were music to his ears,
It made his soul roar victoriously,
At the captured Angel before him.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
