The killer angel descends with the elegance of a sharp blade and
predator eyes that don’t blink in the streaming rains of heaven.
Beauty turns into fury in one decisive breath and the most
beautiful monarch butterfly has a concealed stinger under
those deceiving fragile colorful wings that overwhelm all the shadows
of the night, and control the creatures of the dark awaiting her command.
The killer angel will fight with the stardust breath of the fallen
because she is no stranger to pain and the smell of blood is the
survival of the ancients as her heart beats with anger since her
adoption by the Gods under the shadow of the Roman Eagle.
Roaming the earth in search of her other half is her damnation
until once again, two hearts will beat as one under the rule of
the omnipotent hourglass when the grains of sands that challenge
lovers who were torn apart by the chancellors of eternal agony,
will fall into place on the chessboard of time and distance.
The killer Angel will die in the arms of the one she has always loved,
and the dust of time will not hold her back, there is vengeance in
the reunification of lost souls, even if armies have to march down
against the center of the earth, one has no choice than to follow destiny.
This angel takes ‘until death do us part’ to a non-negotiable level,
love is a battle where the spoils of war are irrelevant, the aim
is the search, the love rediscovered is everything, may we meet again.
