Angel of Death

Broken wings

And shivering hands, 

All you could see

Was the dark in her eyes. 

Fallen she was,

With no chance to rise. 

Her death was near, 

Couldn't redeem a life. 

She was waiting for her moment, 

But it's wasn't arriving. 

She was craving death,

But it wasn't ideal. 

Stumbling all over, 

She was a mess. 

All she could ask, 

Was to be blessed. 

But she didn't knew,

Who awaited her. 

She didn't knew, 

She had a chance. 

For her mate was death, 

The king of hell. 

She was his angel, 

And he was the prince of her dark. 

With the truth being told, 

She knew one thing, 

No matter her fate, 

The angel of death couldn't crave death.