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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