The angel wings spread into flight
They twist and turn and pull strongly down
They fall, then crash into the dark of night
Dripping with the darkest blood they fight
Strugling, it starts to rain
The sidewalk is full of blood and drips on to the road
The body is almost useless and is in such pain
Thus, the angel has just been slain
All alone the angel stays
The city is silent and so are the trees
The angel is still on it’s back it lays
No sound at all but the leaves that sway
Breathing heavily as a hand reaches over
It grabs one of three arrows, in the right wing
The right hand grabs an arrow in the left shoulder
The angel pulls out the arrows then its body went colder
Death is not the end, but it is the beginning
The angel was a woman, in labour with twins
These new lives are the ones left living
Born on the sidewalk while it was raining
She lay there with her babies
Nestled on her chest with her wings as shelter
She wrote in blood on there foreheads Jonathan and Sadie
As they fell a sleep the angel wondered maybe
Maybe they would look like her
Maybe they would be normal like their father
Maybe they would hide forever
Or maybe they would die like me in murder
