Her wings covered in blood,

As she fell into the mud,

His hand grabbed her muddy hand,

And was able to help her stand,

The tears of blood that covered her eyes,

The tears swept away her pride,

He held her so close,

She touched him,

He was no ghost,

He gazed into her bright silver eyes,

She looked back and sighed,

Are you really gone she whispered,

Does it really matter anymore?

She looked around the sky was white,

She looked around with fright,

He held her even tighter,

The light was getting brighter,

We took her hand and walked,

The walked into the light,

And then he kissed he cheek and said,

We are dead.