Fallen AngelA Poem by Will2.0
A great war had been sparked
between The Dark and The Light; The Light betrayed by one of the own, so The Dark had grown in might. The Traitor had been greatly loved, so his treachery stung like a bee. When he turned his back on them, it was burnt into their memory. Blood of demons, fallen angels, once flowed through his veins, and now it all spills out after these sufferings and pains. The Dark advanced upon The Light, they had grown confident. This sudden stroke of arrogance Seemed to be heaven sent. The Traitor stood on the front lines, his eyes blazing red. But when their strategy fell apart, he was struck down dead. Once a hero, now a villain, despised by one and all, his blood is now a symbol of his perverted fantasy's fall. The weight of the world so immense, pressure mounting high, so when guns came blazing, he could only lay down and die. © 2013 WillAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWillBrooklyn, NYAboutWell now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..Writing
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