Tales From A Darkened Heart

Death and the Angel

The Reaper he leaves the Goat's abode
His horse he mounted and off he rode
In search of the Angel, she who's Broken
His dormant desires have recently woken

Her murderous spree has aroused his lust
Death and destruction lay trail in his dust
The Broken Angel is no easy catch
For her hellish soul few can match

If these two entities ever unite
They'll set this septic world alight
Two matches colliding at the pyres
Starting an inferno of evil fires

Could mortal souls suffer as religion crashes
And a depraved new world rises from the ashes
The Broken Angel senses The Reaper's twisted lust
As cracks appear in the earth's fragile crust

She can't remember the last time her heart beat
For many years she's been incomplete
Spreading The Goat's narrative of vengeful hate
While delivering souls to his hellish gate

The Reaper is closing on his Angel of Hell
Hoping to form a murderous cartel
Her wings tremble in deathly anticipation
Could this be the end of human civilization

© AS May 2020