ANGEL IN HELL
Her deathly dark wings flap soundlessly behind her. A cross necklace rests against her chest. Black tears run down her cheeks and no smile plays on her plump lips. The only thing that is truly visible on her face is the sorrow this poor angel has seen. Her eyes see, but are blind as the omen of death circles over her head. A voice calls to her warning of the death that is to come, but all the angel does is stare off into the distance with unseeing eyes. A castle lies behind the angel, but she doesn’t see it. The castle was the only safe place left for her; and she walks gracefully away from it, her footsteps echoing slightly. She is walking away from her only chance to avoid the death that is coming for her. She is a lost angel walking in this sad, gloomy, lonely, death forsaken world that she now calls home, but others call hell.
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