The Falling

Dark red blood pouring from the sky
The laugh of the Dark Angel; the Heavens cry

The spear gashes through his arm; a mystical light
His double bladed scythe slices through; a powerful fight

The battle wages, fears reopened; that cold smirk he wears
The Dark Angel of Hell; his amber eyes he dares

Dares them to loose the battle that much more
Single handedly he caused all the blood and gore

His long black hair fixed perfectly around his face
Destroying the Heavens at a simple pace

The double bladed scythe catches another head
His deep low laughter; he laughs at their dread

Losing their minds; the pain, the fear inside
His demonic black wings follow his stride

They should NEVER had let their guard down
Their blood covering The Dark Angel's hands; he stares at the bodies of mounds

His betrayal to them was nothing but his plot
The power, the fame, the money he sought

The smell of blood thick in the air
The sight of The Falling Heavens; so much to bare

His devilish grin grew at the site
"The Falling of the Heavens such a pitiful fight."