4She stands tall
Over looking a battle
Blood and sweat stain her torn dress and tattered wings
Putrid screams for mercy ring in her ears
Non of this was meant to happen
She strikes out with her sword
A women cowers over her child
Dead
A man raises her of her child's screaming form
His head hits the floor
Blood stains another body
And a child runs
Another body thumps to the ground
Joining many in a never ending search for redemption
Lies are what they search for
Torn and shattered wings beat feverishly
Barely managing to hold the tall thin frame up
She sends death to many and light to few
No side does she help no side does she favor
But fight she will to the day she dies
She is an angelical nightmare