Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my naked soul.
It slays me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In a frenzy I hang my head
while the end of life surrounds me.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon darkened eyes.
This is my salvation
By: Chuck Reynolds (EvilHawk)
