Lost in a world of shattered souls
and disinigrated fortified walls,
the angel ululates raven caws
and is bestowed upon a pedestal
Hands grasping from beneath the land
grappling to chronic bracing sand
mortal edges gleam with the sun's ray
leaves a trail of immense dissarray
Blood is stained on the lion's mane
and on the tip of the barb of soiled remain
murky clouds precipitate to acid rain
melting away the very cuspate vane
Rust formed on weeping copper frames
burns cold on despondent crucified names
Relics touched by her celestial crimson reign
are entailed to embrace her ever unforgiving pain
forelorn knights bear a mask of the devil's creed
leaving her drowning in a seething scarlet sea
the throne now sits a depleted savior king
a relentless somber hymns, the angel sings
of a downcast crescent engraved on a starlit beret
while her bended wings persist to whittle away
Feathers scatter heedless on the abysmal terrain
in this timeless kingdom resides her jaded heart, amen.