Fallen Angels

Drip, drip, drip

The sound of blood

Dripping from one's wings

Ruby red

With deep black

Pale blue

With pure white

It's a wonderful sight

Blood drips down from the feathers

Tainted innocence around

Murderous glares near

It's a wonderful sight indeed

The power of magic

The power of emotions

The power of love

It surrounds everything

What more can I say?

It's a wonderful sight

More than you can ever know.

Red, blue, white, and black

As beautiful as the sight of the innocence of snow

The beauty of purity

The beauty of fallen angels