Fallen Angel
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He needn't have fallen,
A crimson tressed angel,
Fallen from grace,
He rode on wings of ginger,
Their image thus defaced,
With pools of blood,
Lying hither and 'round,
His fallen pale figure,
No more awaiting the dawn,
Oh! The false words he said,
The gayness truly over-profound,
Hiding the truth of a tortured soul,
No more heeding the call,
Of friends gained and found,
Bonds tested and grown,
Terribly,
Betrayed and estranged,
Shocked and scorned,
Their hearts forever burned,
His companions of every blood,
Elven, Angelic, and Human,
Fought alongside his short-sword,
His graceful arcs of blood,
Drawn on the battleground,
With nary a stare,
Nor elicitation of sadness and grief,
They wept within themselves when he left,
Their journey not yet finished,
Leaving behind a swordsman,
Ever humbled,
With the grace of Death,
Still tainting his usually jolly figure,
The staining of their weapons,
Called up in arms to fight,
A friend turned foe,
Left his memory,
Ever bittersweet,
Oh! He flew on the wings of an angel,
And false words abound,
Masking the crying soul,
Nevermore,
Again,
Ever seeing the dawn.
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A/N-Killed him my first time playing through...(Kratos Scenes)...I couldn't help it! So I decided to write this when my conscious (and possibly his vengeful soul) decided to recall this event THREE YEARS after doing it...Strange how the mind tends to work.
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