2015.05.12 21:58
So, it's all over, at the end,
bloody feathers scattered apart
through the cruel time's wolfish land,
a damaged angel of past lives
tries to save the rest confidence,
and Devil's scornfully cold grin
echoes across the dreary land,
for while a storm broke, the promised
miracles were fatally late,
and the white dove of holy-bright
feelings woefully searched in vain
a safe nest, in her wild wind flight!
/ - You won - saith God over my wreck
- how about a rematch, Lucifer? /