My Guardian Angel
I'm being watched at a distance,
An aura of security is bestowed upon me.
Energized and alert,
Alive and focused.
I walk amongst the crowd,
Steady and stealthily.
Danger approaches,
I can feel it in the air.
I stare death in the face,
Overcoming its challenges.
Weapons pointed and aimed at me,
My plan has failed.
A bag of chrystals,
released from my hands.
Sirens and alarms,
Ringing through the night.
A dead end,
The final chapter.
Shots fired,
peircing my skin.
I fall to the ground,
Looking up to the sky.
I see wings in a distance,
A twinkle up high.
The pain is dispelled,
I take my final breath.
I am raised up,
On my guardian angel.
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