Aziel's p.o.v
Sacrificial love, an universal loss. Goodbye goodnight lullaby, an untimely swansong. Rest in peace underneath the moon and stars, obsolete dawn, weightless oxygen. The Hands of God, immortalized fragments, these complicated puzzle pieces. Eighty different shades of sage, black and blue scars, obvious unhealed battle wounds. Nevertheless age gracefully with time and wisdom, your sparkling wings. X marks the spot where the kingdom of heaven became a reality for us.