Mercy in the Form of a Trigger.

Well, I guess this is a poem kinda thing inspired by the anime Gunslinger Girl and my own weird mind. Enjoy and crit/feedback please? ^_^

Innocent Angel from the Heavens so high
Glides across rooftops with mercy in
The form of a trigger in her hand.

Looking at the scurry below, she grins to
Herself, picking out the one she will be
Generous to. Peering here and there, glancing
Left and right,
She stops,
She looks,
Target locked.

She intices the man to a forbidden alleyway.
Only she can see his estatic, eager face is
A masked cry for forgiveness. Taking out her
Present for him she smiles with delight,
Confusion passing on his face before drowning
In a crimson tidal wave.

Empty emotion passes through her as she looks
Down at the pretty stain. One by one they all
Fall down at her feet in the end.
What's one more pretty stain for them to clean up?

She still not thinks she's help enough people...
She's still not satisfied...

Dancing around street corners,
Skipping across buildings,
She finds the one that is secretly seeking her help.

She creeps up from behind and taps their shoulder.
They turn to be greeted by a ebony barrel
Being held by a laugh as sweet as apple pie.
Her finger pulls back...

The last thing you see is an Angel.