Blood stained sand

Rigor mortis setting in

Ghoulish decaying flesh

Strewn across the Ethereal wasteland

War drums beating

The Warriors Charge

The feminine angel raises her sword

Only to throw it

Down to the ground

Ending her conflict

Of the physical world

But beginning anew the mental conflict

At odds with herself

Set to fall for doing the right thing

Knowing the deceit

Battling the immoral

Casting her lot to save the world

Falling to her knees

A single tear falls from her left eye

Leading to the descension of her own soul

Barred to the mortal plane

For all time.