The Reapers; Raven

I close her pale eyes,
And touch her dying hand
Kiss her silver lips,
As she meets her demise.

I hold her gently upon me,
As blood runs down her lungs
She coughs; chokes-
Nothing i can do... but let her be.

I feel her warmth fading to a freeze
as her eyes rolls back upon Deaths-Raven
Alas she gasps for one last time!
as i feel... Reapers embrace upon a breeze...

It claimed my one true love again...
The Raven indeed has strucken,
It flew to destroy my beloved Angelic wings...
My only Angel... Descendant...

Rhyme:AB-CA
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