Last dance
as the battle starts,
the rain pours down,
sounds of steel against steel,
we dance through,
my back against yours,
our swords against them,
together, with one another,
we dance out last dance.
The night was filled with the sounds of steel against steel and bones crunching. And on that night, only the fittest will survive, two souled vampires, a fallen godking and the strongest mortal, all will die with pride and dignity dancing their last dance...
A/N: I wrote this poem a few weeks ago and decided ... it suited Angel the most soo.. yeah.. I posted it.. Read and review. its up to you