Angel of Salvation

As the war winds down upon this hill

The souls of the dead won't keep still

Their eyes lit as embers on the ground

Their voices linger in the air all around

Under a red moon, we all sit in the hole

Living and the dead together as a whole

Soaked in rivers of blood mixed in mire

With pale faces in front of a barbed wire

Confusion fuels the fires of this domain

As fear devours any sanity that remain

The sun appears against a gripping terror

As if time stopped from a cosmic error

Silence now holds both life and death

While sharing with doom its icy breath

Suspense darkens the skies with crows

While the heart quivers for it knows

That you would descend upon the firmament

My lovely Valkyrie who embodies judgement

Carry us into the halls of heroes and eternity

And leave those who cower upon this insanity

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22 March 2016 / 6:25 PM

In the Office / Wednesday