Broken Angel

She lay upon the floor,
The blood trickling through her hands,
This Death takes it all,
It destroyed all her plans.
She looks at the crimson blood,
Beginning to merge with her tears,
She begins to softly wail,
Crying for help where no one hears.
She feels a cold hand upon her shoulder,
Looks up into the dark face,
She looks for comfort there,
In this cold and unwelcome place.
But this face is harsh,
No kindness or love lives there,
No emotion portrayed except endless hate,
This is the face of someone who doesn't care.
She wonders who this cold man is,
Why he is with her? Why he is here?
But she looks to those icy eyes,
Set into that deep face created for fear.
She begins to struggle,
To try and break free,
Tears rise in her golden eyes again,
Blurring her vision, making it impossible to see.
They fall to the floor and continue the river,
Mixing with her already shed tears and blood,
She tries to free her arm from his tight grip,
Wishing to get free, if only she could.
She cries and she wails as he stands there and holds her,
His face so still as he simply stares on,
She doesn't understand why this is happening,
What has she done wrong?
He pulls her up, she feels his strength,
As he begins to rip the feathers from her wings,
She shrieks with the pain,
He tells her this is what being God's favourite brings.
She screams she isn't his 'favourite' any more,
She was cast out from Heaven and thrown here,
He stops his endless torture and seems to be drinking her feelings,
Drinking her fear.
'Is that so?' he murmured in her ear,
'So you're fair game then darling?' he purred deep from his throat,
Her eyes widened as she understood what he meant,
When she didn't reply his eyes glowed red and she began to choke.
Hastily she nodded her head and hoped that he would approve,
He softly stroked her hair as she sobs quietly,
Her sobs grew louder as he pressed hard upon her head,
His strong hands bringing that pain so violently.
Her sobs turn to shrieks, then to endless screams,
'Hush darling, it won't hurt any more'
He drove the pain through her body, her mind,
Leaving her broken body lying there upon the burning floor...

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