Tears of blood runs down her face,
And stains her cheeks red.
Black feathers litter the ground,
As her dark wings begin to beat.
Her sword drops,
And clatters on the asphalt.
The fire flares behind her,
Her demolition has begun.
A man stumbles into her path,
The angel slits his throat.
He falls to the ground, lifeless,
As his blood soils the floor.
She strides forward,
And widens her path of destruction.
Hard rain begins to fall,
Yet it does not cleanse the sky.
She rises slowly into the air,
And blood drips from her ankles.
Puddles of water and blood lay on the silent streets,
Tears and rain, human and divine.
Like a shadow at dusk,
She banishes light as she conquers day,
Like death in the night,
The fallen angel is here.