On a night on a graveyard of the angels; I was walking.
On that moonless night I saw an angel, I saw her crying.
An angel, her wings broken, torn, shattered, she was dying.

A beautiful creature fallen from Valhalla’s garden.
I listened to her whisper while her soul slowly fades away “Soon my existence will be forgotten, amongst the pages of history, it will be forsaken, my sacrifice, my endurement; all what was given to me just to be easily and mercilessly taken.”

To watch her there; lying in the place where roses die wounded, it was a burden.

“Lying there to her demise in wait. To help her I tried, but I was too late.
in the roseless ground filled with her blood; to die, was her fate.” Were the only thoughts that hunted my mind while watching her slowly perish in vain.”

A moment that filled my heart, mind, and soul with hate. “How could such a perfect creature to be fated to fade? “

The angel through her weakening warmth, made me hear her silent cries. She was fragile, weak, fading, while gazing upon me with her beautiful dying eyes. For her freedom she paid the Ultimate price ; a one to his greed it did not suffice. He, whom for her I swear I will deliver to his demise.

“There are far worst things awaiting men than death; taste what I have seen; for you to understand what I mean” Words I kept repeating to myself over, and over again..

I took the dying angel to my arms to kiss, to love, to hold her near. I gave her my warmth, words of hope I whispered in her ear.
“HE WILL pay for this crime, my love, do not fear.”