An Angel's prophcocy

An angel's wing,
Pure of soul & opened hearts,
Immortalitly it shall bring to whomever hold the acrch...
Arrowed down,
When Clouds open,
They appear with the voices of life,
They can be heard with the snow of hell over flowing the earth.
Troulbles are brought will the sound of light,
Shall it be true that you need the
Life given by the heart,
Of one angel, two wings -
Three paths given, one path to taken.
Feathures white, pure, or gold, death not an opition,
Never to be old...

Serenity Takaishi