fallen angel of hell....
wings diminished paper thin...
soul burns lower unto a gray haze...
the fires of the father sun burns lower unto the glimmer of the moon goddess....
she shines hapily unto the shadows of the wilderness as the daughter of the darkness baptizes unto the shadows of redemption...
her wings grow, her eyes open, the urges of her soul courses openly...
she wakes, she crawls, she shouts...
alone...
unto darkness she remains....
she staggers upon her feet into the gaping waters of the water gods..
she emerges and falls...
submerging her body furthur, placidly...
the calm waters rudely awake....
the waters cleanse her still....
redeeming her being....
her angry scars open....
exuming her blood that courses unto the waters....
she tastes the crisp flavors of the gods...
unleashing the offerings of the summerland....
she indulges to her heart's content....
while her open lacerations sting....
yet, she doesnt cry as she remembers while she drips through her veins....
she is loved from the company of the beasts....
the dawn rises, as the flames of the father sun of time awake...
she steps out, reborn from the exumed impurities...
yet her soul burns, loosing her sanity from the pains of her tattered soul...
too afraid now to call out her warnings....
for they taint the life of others....
she passes the beasts in the forest, as they asleep in the shadows....
she continues to let them be...
for the best of the daughter of hell to reamin alone and journey to her life....