Invasion

Keeping in mind for the metaphoric devices, I will stay committed to my words for giving a new meaning and life.

The angel was born in the heavenly abode.

Looking upon the almighty eyes, she cried a lot,

Oh my lord, seemed astonished and surprised,

Are these words coming from the born light

Lord replied yes my lil pride

How shall I perceive your mind

She said oh my lord I want to fall upon in the city of life

Almighty seemed pale 

Listening to the little pride

Oh my little girl you shall not go the world of traitors

You are born to live immortal.

Girls cried and cried, no I shall go or make me die

The lord said oh my little, you don't know they have already died....

The spring, the moons or your favourite gleaming pals, they have perished and bide.

The abode is full of danger and crime 

There the master oh lord... palelessly closed the last door of Life.

To save his moon of life.