Standing angel, wings of light, how is it your not as bright?
Dark in the light? The bleeding sun you rejoice at the sight!
What is this in your wings of gold?
Strings of black appearing? Spiders web glittering in the night,
Oh such darkness it is too behold,
All of them will be yours to you there souls sold,
Body of bronze, bringer of death
Oh dark angel just to feel your breath,
Wings become black slipping into darkness, deep in the abyss,
Swirling in hell your souls long for you to kiss,
Screaming your laughter the fear becomes gripping,
The pleasure in there pleading seems much more fitting,
The higher you were the harder you fell, now flames are your comfort it's so hard to tell,
Radiance and beauty your dark secret mark,
They beg for you to consume there weak feeble heart,
Death and despair, blood and black,
Although its your name they try to attack,
Once in your presence they tremble with fear,
Oh how sweet it is to taste those tears,
Aura of black but shining bright like a spark,
Oh how it is to be the angel of the dark.
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