A small child screams in the night
Defying the demons he will soon fight
Eyes burning like crimson
Wings clutched inside his ashen prison

Slowly raises his head
Looks up to you as the moon turns red
Without a word, hands you the dagger
There stands your innocence, will you be its killer?

                                                             By: Fallen Angel




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