She saw an angel
“A Dark haired angel“ The shadows said
But perhaps it has the head on fire...
And the eyes burning.
All the rest ice freezing beneath that face.
She tried at praying
Not kneeling but proudly standing in both her feet.
Yet wept a little, acid-tasting tears
She saw a being she wasn't supposed to see
And in front of the pale androgenous body
The light cutting sword she saw as well
She doubted “Demon?“
But how could that be?
With oh such beauty
Heart-aching beauty
Eye bleeding beauty
Soul-tearing presence.
She was where she shall not be
And so was the angel.
It started raining, and the rain was the only thing supposed to happen.
The cold wings opened, the etereal being dissapeared.
She stood her ground, feet not moving at all
The rain kept falling the whole night.
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