REBORN

Looking among the rich red soil,
lays the slaughter angels of God.
Firmly, she leans on her sword of sin,
walking toward her sanctuary of darkness,
her deadly wounds start to spill,
feeding the soil of death.
Slowly her deform body,
begin to shiver with might,
but kneels in front of her death bed.
She soon laugh,
as the serpent of death,
coil her into madness.
Her dark mind,
soon to become empty,
begin to haze.
For she speak of no regret,
destine to be reborn,
a mortal once more.

Copyright ©2008 Donna Maya Cooper

by DeadMoonChild
posted on 02/02/2008