Inspired by a self-portrayed (once believed to be) unconditional love in vain

Lost in a world of shattered souls
and disinigrated fortified walls
the angel orchestrates raven calls
and is bestowed upon a pedestal
hands grasping from beneath the land
grappling to chronic bracing sand
The tip of his spear left remains
blood stained on the lion's mane
fated edges gleam in the sun's ray
leaves a trail of bounding dismay
The clouds precipitate to acid rain
melting away the cuspate vane
Rust forms on copper frames
burn cold on crucified names
relics touched by celestial crimson reign
embrace the ever unforgiving pain
the throne now sits a depleted savior king
relentless somber hymns the angel sings
of downcast crescent engraved on the starry beret
while her bended wings persist to whittle away
feathers scatter heedless on abysmal terrain
a bleak causatum shields the eminent domain
The bosom yet again drowns in boiling red sea
forelorn knight wore a mask of the apostole's creed
A cycle bounded by dogmatic curse sets sail again
and in this timeless kingdom her heart remains