Wings of silver
Tipped in black
Fly across the sky
Delivering the souls
Of the dead
Blackest night hair
Filled with the
Dancing flames of Hell
Black pants
Silver shirt
Covered in
The dripping blood
From her suicide
What is that
Floating above her head
You ask
Her halo
The brass is bent
But still shines on
Who is she
Your savoir to some
To others the end
To me
A kindred soul
For I am also
A fallen child
Destined to be death's next embodiment

I AM NOT SUICIDAL!!!!! If get any reviews telling me I need help they will
be deleted or what ever-Nanashi Shisou